ADHD
I wanted to have a word with you.
It was like a bad movie, made by one of those auteurs;
Or, I forget the term
that I mean to say -- it’s the opposite of that,
like a moon to a sun.
Anyway, with mind skipping
like celluloid,
I wanted to focus but couldn’t
Concentrate
But I made a poem as the night played
a trick
on my mind, and so unethically
bound
Every word,
which was chopped up into almost
nothing
and wanting to turn the
leaf
(to leaf through or pull through
or whatever I meant to say
then)
to cover up the meaning of the word,
to flow down a river as smooth as a glass of wine,
a Cava
from some European winery that I cannot pronounce
even though I idolize the place like a personification
And I
Swerved
to avoid the misunderstanding, did
what I could
to produce
Noise.
Perhaps this is a new thought,
but only to you.
Perhaps
instead, this is an old thought,
For a word I had with you
was steeped in blue,
and as soon as I had it
it bid adieu
to me, but sadly not you.