There’s a haze.

A haze spread thick across my head.

Edgy thoughts and sharp wit

Produce small incisions of no avail.

Ephemeral visions inside the haze.

 

There’s a haze. A nuisance, this haze.

Shaking it off like a wet dog fails.

Blanketed in a thick fog veil.

It won’t go away. It won’t go away.

 

There’s a haze. Oh troublesome haze.

Neurons are stranded in the station.

Trains of thoughts derailed.

A daze of mixed smoke signals.

Not white, but pale the haze.

 

There’s a haze.

A phase, this haze?

A face in the haze?

Needles in hays.

 

There’s a haze.

Hate the haze. Haze the hate.

Hate the way the haze behaves.

Lost myself inside this maze.

Lost the pieces inside the haze.

Lost the peace inside the haze.

Lost the peace inside.

San Luis Obispo, CA 2010