First Base

First Base

The calling to an old 

Form of paranoia

Has me suspicious

Out of my day

And having conversations

In my mind

With people I hardly know

/

Who are you

I say to my imaginary nemesis

There is no answer

Because he doesn't know himsf

Inside my head

Which probably says

More about me than the person

Who occupies my imagination

So I travel.though all the possibilities

As related to my own history

With other paranoid people

Who studied me in another life

I had been lassoed by circumstances

I couldn't say no to

I grit my teeth realizing

The mess I'm in now

I can't say no to the new attacker

Who is likely just as lonely

Why would anybody

Want to meet me in this state

This magic of love will defeat itself

In a whirlwind of dust and smoke

From neurons rubbing themselves

That starts fires in the heart

Or wherever emotions

Lay at the bases of mind.and body

Barry G. Wick