Nat'l Poetry Month Day 5: Balance Sheet

Mining the past for inspiration a bit. This is about my earliest memory of exhibiting OCD behavior. Not surprisingly, it was right after I discovered Tetris for Gameboy in 4th grade.

Jostled between comforts by adult choices
My consequence-free mind swings
Chaos
out the window,
Harassment
within,
To escape rippling pavement and frantic voices
Not to repose, but reverie with wings
Jagged infinity
out the window,
Dissection
within,
I close my eyes and look down.

Toes are reverse-center, fanned
Assigned each a piano key
Keys begin to glide into entropy
I sit, standing guard at the helm
Baton glued to my hands
Fingers figure eight into oblivious

Now

The keys are assigned the wrong letter
I type in my diary anyway
And read it the next day

This was my first breeze felt between joints
My closest hunt for the weather-vane that points
From the gaping mouth whose pleasures
Demand Right and Left in equal measures