How easy to become unsettled
Such that one’s skin twitches
One looks on nervously, as doors
Open, and friendly foes approach
How long it took to choose
That word turned into phrase; then
In the flurry to make a fundamental
Error; a poor call, a bad judgement
In this search for creativity
Is it necessary to exaggerate
The realities of an ordinary
Life; spice it up with mischief
With unrest at hand can one
Write more tightly, of the cuts
& the bruises; delineate the days
Of decay and disillusionment
That otherwise would have
Left your life quite well alone
