By Glenda | September 4, 2009

So I Hear

Held together by a shoestring.
Mama’s expression. String’s frayed.
Or duck tape. Coming unglued.
Hanging by a thread. Unraveling.
Over an abyss. Don’t look now.
It’s a war zone. All too much.
Everybody, it seems, is having
themselves a nervous breakdown.
A collective short circuit’s going on.
Sparks flying. Metaphysical
explanations everywhere you turn,
but the guru’s are baffled,
and the experts, [...]