Troubling the Simple Day

In vertigo I often live

A room I am imprisoned in

And though it seems your tempest brain

Will snap beneath the violent rain

Of an ethereal maelstrom

Wrapped in a repeating hailstorm

That spins balance’s insides out.

It’s there, within that room I flout

Seeking certain within my doubt

Troubling the simple day.

Time and feel are not regular here

They slap against your pride and fear

Seeking memory’s forgetfulness.

The call to arms of the usual mess

Divides you into many minds

Where each swirling pseudonym grinds

Against well-beaten madness blinds.

I know the minds of those men well

The way their hearts and egos swell,

Troubling the simple day.

MaxS 1987