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
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