I’m largely and less disconnected from most things here.
Thoughts ramble & callous like they own the space.
Mostly I believe in all my mistakes. I am the opposite
of what I might become. All because it was thought.
One writers vanity is to think I am what I write.
Or worse, if writing nothing at all, then so am I.
I don’t believe in can’t say words, only unwillingness.
Maybe I’m right about that.
Brush your teeth. Tell the truth. Keep open
wounds clean. Wash your hands.
Still, I favor using random blemished words.
A fortune of omens found. Maybe go fish.
All the best ideas turned to be only best ideas.
Old feelings get written in ink. No matter how,
we mistake years of wear as wisdom’s bark.
Whispers say, first – break the rules you own,
no keys, no locks, no thirsty cheshire grace.
See trees as faces, faces trees. Look for clues.
Simple is the shorter thread. No hiding,
Except by the imagined rules of circumference.
No speak, being the genuine lie.
neil reid © 2016 february
for This is Not A Literary Journal, prompt, The rules
4 thoughts on “I’m probably wrong about most everything”
So great to be writing with you again, Neil! This drew me in: “Mostly I believe in all my mistakes” as did the stanza that begins with “Brush your teeth.” So happy you joined us for a prompt!
I don’t believe you’re that wrong! A sense of self-worth without arrogance is more useful than too much humility!
Neil, this poem spoke to me. My favorite phrase? “we mistake years of wear as wisdom’s bark” Lovely.
This is a really good read. Thanks for joining us. So many good lines, but this stands out for me: “See trees as faces, faces trees”