So what's my problem today?
Couldn't tell you.
Just know I got one.
And it seems to want to stay.
Vibrant streams of salted memory
Rolling off my tongue like rain in the gutter
Falling into an old wood barrel
Now used for potted plants
And the plants are swept clean.
Can you relate?
I can't even relate and it's my feeling,
My reeling, rambling, sober speak
Reaching deep into my own mind
Of unknown but once realized ideals
And I idolize the unknown.
But that is neither here nor there
Even though she was here
Presently there
I was, am, will be out.
So what's my problem today?
Was it bad luck in the card room,
Living room, bathroom floor?
I couldn't have hooked up with her
Because we both wanted to badly.
And it would have been bad.
And I know you don't know her,
The situation or circumstance I speak of
Or the reasoning, if any, in my babble...
Alas, I've said too much.
And I might understand if I continue.
For further reaching I'd realize I've never
Coupled with love attached
And love is attached
And neither has she.
And I would rather not know what my problem is.
Couldn't tell you.
Just know I got one.
And it seems to want to stay.
And I seem to want to let it.
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