Runaway Matter

Runaway matter
escapes from the brain
causing the muddled mess
to become convinced it's insane.
That which was found
to hold great importance
is now nowhere to be found,
not even in the distant distance.
From nowhere can the fugitives
be instantly captured
for the mind knows not
where to look (for it is ruptured).
The details that were pushed
into the recesses of the mind
poured out and over into
an eternal space in which I cannot find.
It is escaping now further
out of the floodgates burst open
into an ocean that cannot be searched,
not in this place, not again.
The matter that once mattered,
the memory that is now only a memory
will ne'er float back into this mind
as it has disappeared for an unending eternity.

Finish the Slob

Take all the dirty towels;
discard them, not then, but now.
Take it all off the floor
where there better not be any more.
Wipe off the desk
to correct your dirty mess.
Organize the closet,
something that should be done more often.
Wipe off the lampshade
and watch the dirt fade,
a treasure underneath
the fools' gold beneath.
Finish the job
as well as the slob
and sit back to enjoy
the rewards of the ploy.