Karma

nothing about this

is nice

the world spins itself

too many confusing ways

and we spiral out of control

the waves roll forward on the spinning globe

roll over hearts

            and push them away

                        roll the dice again

and again the wind cleanses

the earth

            sweep, sweep

            gone together

in breezy uncertainty we

lose our minds

            you've lost your mind

dragging a lost soul along too

many times there’s been a

wish, and then rain falls

and floods and swallows and

drowns that innocent wish

a tornado of falling, breaking

and falling and

wishes spinning and cracking,

like spinning icicle spears

from frozen, falling rain

and still the world turns

we’re out of control

you've lost your mind

what did I do wrong?