Ranting...like usual

Blowing fuses
And trying to cling to any
Piece of sanity that anyone
Could ever give this absolutely
Insane person,
That is me,
This person that tears up
When little boys cry
And puppies die.

Rocking back and forth
On this stable ship I call life,
But it actually proves
Unsound and unwilling
To support me
In all my coming
And goings, in and outs
Of moods and swings,
And car lots.

Frantically chasing
My better half,
Hoping that life
Won’t catch up with my
Humanness and
All that it entails:
Flaws and
Lapses in judgment
And holes in the wall.

So if I could,
For once,
Just live a day without
Frustration
And the world angry
At my lack
Of criminality
Then I’d be ok to
Settle down in my skin.