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March 27, 2016
How alarming to see the seam
of a lampshade burning bright.
Oh, the urge to turn it around,
until the seam out of sight.
How ridiculous to pick up litter
whilst walking along the street.
When behind you a million items
discarded at people’s feet.
How unsettling to see out of place,
that which should be stood in line.
How damned annoying to feel so critical,
when OCD enters your world and mine.
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