Switching, twitching mind

Who calls out every shot,

Breaks open all the time,

And points out all my rot.

If only there was a friend for meditation,

To bust the lonely breathing,

I’m forced to focus on the intake,

Empty out my brain, but wait,

There I am, sitting, talking to myself

Who is listening,

Pulling off my fingernails with pliers and a socket wrench.

Let the tool do the work

Or something might just strip.

Then all the screws will stick.

My only good friend,

The one who tells me the truth,

Keeps forgetting her key,

And I sometimes cannot hear her knocking.