Focus: This Picture (II)

Mind booby traps
Bogus, ambiguous setup
My head is a fish tank
from back to the future
I’m a floater in this world
When words are long and dry
This is how to escape
Sea deep in futile thoughts
Wean the world with an awkward smile
Then face my own
A place I get lost often
When the questions are hard
The presence a hovering cloud
I sink into the fish tank
Inviting imaginary friends
When the itch gets harder to scratch
It’s there I find a warm breeze
The chaotic shell that holds out the crazies.

Vera