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