Oh I'm sliding again,
but up or down, I can't be sure.
So many doors to open,
so few keys left unbroken.

My calling hasn't called yet,
it lost my number I guess,
but I guess it's better
than it drunk dialing me again.

So many needs block the way of my wants,
and do many wants cause distraction to needs.
Such a silly thing to ask for,
a bubble machine.

Ah, my 39 cent therapy,
a bottle of joy.
Spheres of rainbow floating merrily,
a pleasant distraction.

Thoughts are a menace,
my brain is the enemy,
causing my pain in reminders,
but refusing to spill forth the words I need.

Where am I going?
Lost in a forest of ineptitude,
Hope shines so brightly
only to be a distracting toy.

I'm sliding again,
the walls of the well close in with my thoughts,
but the jubilance of bubbles
keeps me afloat for a while.

Brilliant. I love this line.. "Lost in a forest of ineptitude" Hope you don't mind if I use it....

Go right ahead!

"i like that"

knock knock
my enemy come to call
not leaving me alone at all

companion waltz with me again
among such distractions as we may find

a bubble raft
like cheerios
in milk
you can't be serious

shiny toys
here beg for play
and you can't make them
go away



(squeezes & tosses squeaky toys....teasingly)

Very nice poem,,,thanks

Good write!

peace and love
jimmy