Clutter: Conglomeration and Confusion

Sitting in a pink chair that looks towards a
Window with a broken pane, one can almost feel
The cold wind blowing like silent words through a
Bruised soul.  Clutter dominates the room,
Evidence of two wildly varied lives sharing space
And interests.  Old frat shirts and cowboy boots lie next
To cardigans and climbing shoes.  Notebooks full of reason
And emotion, brain and broken heart while a cowboy hat covers
the Bible.  O, Chuch!  Thou hast not lived up to
Your highest of expectations.  Conversatioins recounted and
Curses remembered while Tartuffe and Amahl looked to
Entertain us.  Like Kirk Cobain they have failed.
Black and white on iPod mimic the contrast of
Music and style which exist inside the same confused
Head, boiling over with plans and in need of
God and Family and Love to be blended like camoflauge.