I’m stuck

I’m stuck

Rooted to the spot

My willingness to move

Has been lost

There is no doubting

Succumbed to innui.

The drift between

The past and present

Is a gentle sway

There are no participles here

There is no clear delineation

Between going and gone.

My heart melts

As my brain fries

With imagination

As much an enemy

As it was a friend

When the days were longer.

The smell of dentists

The rubber mask

Choking on vomit

Nitrous Oxide,

Was never a laugh,

Surreal dreaming

Has never let me go.

He had yellow teeth

The Frankenstein man,

Wielding a pair of pliers

The madness in his eyes

When he looked down

Waiting to attack.

So much of childhood

Is abusive

How do we survive?

Perhaps we don’t.

The inside of my skull

Is covered in mistakes

I inscribed them

To prevent their erasure.

Every morning

I am confronted by yesterday

It has never left,

Tomorrow is out of reach

And the moment

Is soon forgotten.

I can see a semblance

Of it in the tilt

Of a woman’s head

As she struggles against the wind.

She has places to be

Mouths to feed

I envy her commitment,

It would be easy to turn away.

I will not move

I am stuck here

Looking out

Watching the world

Wheels turning.

Spinning Jenny

Has nothing on me

I am the font of all things

Wasted

Unneeded

Unheeded.

It is my expectation

I will remain

In need of direction

And a sense of purpose

For all time,

Lassitude is like that.