Mull Poem by Robert Sheridan

I ruminate & I ponder
I don't always think
things through, then
enters the 'f' word,
it's called failure.

And it seems that
whenever I turn-up
the heat, I, or a
2nd party will no.
1 all over it.

If I try to sweeten
the pie with a
prayer or 2, the
crust usually
gets broken.

Then comes the
creme-de-la creme
called the molle -
everything turns to
dust & rubbish.

I wish it were more
of a promontory, but
then again, no man
is, nor will ever be
an Island.

'2008'