22 April 2010

Aimless Trance

If you can predict with
certainty you’ll stuff up,    
you’re on the cusp

Isn’t astrological belief
just facing facts you’ve
ascertained too easily

A menace with enough
loose impetus to lurch frailly
between too many interests - 

Failing to achieve today’s plan
of posting letters alienated
what seemed a breeze

Until you discover where
you’ve put them, they'll be
aggrieved victims of chance

Apparently free of corollary,
my man, you meander,    
in an aimless trance
© 17 March 2010, I. D. Carswell