Soapbox Poet

Moving Day; Non Compos Mentis (a poem)

Last I wrote

midnight monsters were creeping

in a basement- no

attic of cobwebs

in my head.

Manic moods manifest- no.

Reality hits hard.

Moving day approaches

then passes and

aches and

heals.

And then all

at once when the madness

shakes the fear, those

manic

Monday

madness

blues

will cease to come home

and meditate.