OUT OF HAND AND MIND 

 

All sensation was torn from my mind but  

I don’t care anymore. The stroke cleared

the dreadful childhood traumatic years I had.  

I have been trying to remember a past that’s 

dead and gone, I am still stuck in poet peace 

mode, there but there erased, 

I must change my tense. Become a second-

hand person trying to write what's right.

Stop time drifting away into a sci-fi state. 

He couldn't even if he tried, no fiction just 

the fact a Phantasia no mind's eye.  

I was always a real sort of guy, my down is 

up living in-side-out. The red, red, rose, 

is in his heart frozen like a glass that wouldn't

break, petals would not shatter. The thorn 

my will, will not penetrate the brain-stem 

matters matter.