kettle mettle by unknown
Days blur in my nightly, bath time brew
As I rinse the culmination to start the day anew.
Hours relaxed in evening baths; a deja vu per view.
Forgetting both of time and space, I leave the world askew.
Still the flashbacks, the in-between serene:
The little hints, the catching glimpse; my dreams and what they mean.
Visions I envision through my neural network blind.
The sane that I cannot explain retains the things I leave behind.
Forgive the shot, Forget-Me-Not, for I have made some shade.
An oblong patch upon the grass where you yourself have laid.
Memories amend to me solutions through pollution.
With all the wit, I must admit, I’m drowning in confusion.
The Pittsburgh Missed Connections is pretty much non-existent these days (thanks to unchecked flagging), but in past years it was worthy of watching. This poem was a favorite despite my initial quizzical reaction to the image. I’m sure the writer posted it for a specific reason but what that is, I’ll never know.
