Poetry

Odd.

Weird.

Strange.

But…

Flavourful.

Appealing.

Fun.

That’s me.

There is something about the smell!

The taste!

The flavour packed in the aroma alone!

Now I want to look up recipes for it.

Too bad I am going out this evening.

I don’t think my friends would appreciate the smell wafting from me.

Visceral voyeruism.

Watching other peoples lives,

living through them

and their experiences.

If only I could do what they did!

By the way,

I finished off the wine.

No thoughts on how to proceed.

What to say, do, think!

Grammar is shot.

Life is incomplete.

Funny things are… funny?

No idea where I am

So see how this day is turning out?

Fried rice is delicious

and like other foods

tastes so much better

than if only cooked once.

Thrice fried French fries

and Refried beans come to mind.

Just don’t ask about the liver…

Admitting you are wrong

Is not easy to do.

Most of us

try to brush it off

as a once off.

Yet, the most crucial part

of any relationship

is knowing when to admit

you made an error.

Whether it be

situational, emotional

or physical,

we are all human

and no one is perfect!

Things look bleak.

Mental health feels weak.

Yet strength does come

and I find myself no longer numb.

Dumb, I know, but true.

You know it needs to be done

yet somehow

it gets delayed

time and time again.

So why is it

that until the deadline looms

that we then rush around in a panic

to get it done?

Blaming ADHD feels like a cop out!

No on

Racecar

Naan

Mom

Pop

Dog god

Saw was

Same

Back

and forward

I think I have?

But…

What if I did not?

Can I really remember?

I think I must have because….

Yet, doubt still niggles at the back of mind.

I guess I have not then?

Or did I?