Giving up 
everything giving 
up it
all and
starting new
so many 
different times 
now that 
I’m more 
a comic
strip than 
a novel 
and laugh
I do 

The smell lingers 
fragrance or aroma 
it hangs there 
veils of seduction 
or cobwebs haunt 
one drapes and 
the other hides 
because it’s fresh
it does beguile 
or maybe because 
it’s stale it
repels but sweep
aside I do 
looking for dessert 
or dirty dishes 

In a chair
I sit there 
it has wheels 
running for me
fly I do 
stop like glue 
this I fear
bringing such sneer
he is less
they may guess 
of a man 
who once ran 

Oh but if
I were a
belfry bats would 
fly escaping from 
the madness free
to wander watching 
from afar as
the bell tolls
stay away friends

Such dreams this
night strangers and 
places none of 
whom I’d known 
why oh why
dear little mind
do you torture 
me in sleep 
now upon waking 
I am questioning 
as to which 
of you are 
real and not 
can I say