taking charge

With clinical eye emptied frig
readying for yet another journey
threw all into boiling water, along
With pinches of spices, NaCl,
concocting soup of questionable
pedigree, end result can’t be classified
as a chef’s delight, but to a hungry
man, it was satisfyingly sufficient
now how to boil these plaguing
stress fumes moodily clogging
my skies as boggled mind loses
game after game of scrabble, flitting here
There as a butterfly no longer enjoying
choruses welcoming newly minted days
Leaden spirit hides behind day’s skirt, can
No longer prevaricate, must take control



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