Expected State

I ought to let go
And detach myself from thought.
Safely divided
From the distraction of this
Unfamiliar ambience.
Habitually
Reoccurring tendencies
That just cling to naught;
I casually conclude
Unequivocally – Let go.

MY MARCH MOODSWING

I’m fat and restless
and need the season to turn
before I explode
And return to nothingness
as one ought to be…