The Big Blue

Apologies for the lag in posts. I had the Blues. Too bad I didn't have these cookies with the inspirational slogans. That would have made it all better.
Luckily, this bout was more of a dip in the pool than a swim in the deep. The worst thing about it was being cognizant enough to see my memory go to hell, my reasoning skills evaporate, and my verbal skills slow to zombie like speeds. I felt I needed to walk around and explain, "sorry for the idiocy, brain function will resume shortly." but it would've come out "Sorry fer idiot, idiocracy, idiotness. You know what I mean. Brains er out." Maybe that's what happened in the '80's. I opted to stay quiet as much as possible and write "deep thoughts".

Time bleeds.
Its ruby seeds slip through my fingers,
Silent accusations bloom at my feet
And turn to rust

My obese tongue slides, trips, falls
Against its dark confines
Heavy and dull
In the cavern full of night and wind

And the moaning for lost words.