The Last Time I Was Happy

[rowens]

As you all know from reading my Sewerlogues, People are Funhouse Animals. The totems and reflections of the house of mirrors are blinding and confusing, and get mixed into the fluctuations of processes, needs, moods, times of day, seasons, weather and situations. The poem is not reflecting mirrors but clear walls. The only problem, which is also a solution, is the walls.

Confusion is clear. Clarity.