Not quite a blowout, but a car malfunctioning
with the water pump trying to prevent overheating
with lovely billowing clouds of steam and stink
to extinguish the fan fire under the hood.
Blowout of emotions in choir
unrest everywhere
where should one start
to stop volatile events?
Tired, I am staring at the screen
reminiscing on the past week
and how everything has affected me.
Dealing with so many people
on so many different levels
when all I like to do is hide
from life until it becomes beautiful again.
Blowout – the election is next
demands from entities for levies
for more funding
for what?
Smear-campaigns
what should one believe?
It all seems so deceitful,
so hopeless.
Irritated with the world
I seek refuge in cleaning
my house, my soul, my relationships,
one room, one person at a time.
Hiking Poet 