Chaos On 11-12-2007 Poem by Kyle Schlicher

my words
are out of control
out
of
focus.
i can't put them
in any kind of
order.

i am twisting-spinning
in this time warp
this
vacuum
where my thoughts
are
invisible.

where
words are running
and
bumping
grinding
into each other.

i can't quite
grasp
the elusive idea.
lately it
has always
been
just
beyond
my
reach.

isolation
is a choice
i made.

it hasn't a voice.

i have a perpetual calendar.
this morning
i turned the blocks on it.
it
read
november 12 2004.
i
became
depressed.

damn!

november
is
only
12 days
old.

11-12-2007