Picking Up Rocks Too

I’M NOT DISTURBED by Cynthia Rucryst

I’m disturbed!

And all the little niggling

Gremlins are having a ball.

I mean, literally.

They are playing Dodge Ball in my brain—

Bouncing not a soft rubbery ball,

But a hard basketball against the walls

Of my brain casing.

They disturbed my sleep at 4 a.m.

With all their little games

And it has become harder and harder

To find my equilibrium!

Especially when they try convincing me

That I’m disturbed,

When I know I’m not,

Except when they disturb my sleep

And equilibrium.

So, I’m going to take drastic measures

I’m taking a firewoman’s water hose

And washing

those nasty little beasts out,

then filling the cavity up again with poetry!

That always works!

They hate poetry,

Especially when it’s about them!

It’s all quite disturbing

But I’ll regain my footing, soon,

Because underneath it all, I’m not really disturbed.

I’m not really disturbed,

I’m not disturbed,

really, honest,

I’m not, really, I’m not… 

(c) Cynthia Rucryst