Love Is A Non Sequitur Poem by Ted Sheridan

I was behaving disgustingly bad
male menopausal like behavior
with a disturbing display of inequities
cascading from my wide and open mouth
a mouth known to be inappropriately disconcerted
at times like these.....
when life itself
becomes ever more complicated
and I seemingly lose my ability
to reason....
Sweat pouring off of my wrinkled brow
and into my inflamed eyes
fueling my heated thoughts
instead of quenching them....
I could not see nor did I wish to see
any kind or understanding face at the moment....
I wished only to vent my frustrations
by ranting loudly at the top of my lungs
about how I was the last intelligent person
left on the face of this earth....
It was then that my wife turned to me
and said in her soft and soothing voice
'Honey, I love you'
A non sequitur for sure____