1 Logic counts in numbers the heart can not understand. A math of mistakes and matches, mayhem until numbers combine
added, divided, subtracted, multiplied (don’t forget to carry that “1”)
fractions, oh damn… fractions.
Fractures of a family, friendships add up to benefits perks, peeks, pets (Sweat yet?)
Logic can go to Hell in its own tidy little hand basket since the heart wants what the heart wants when the heart wants what does her heart want?
(Why doesn’t she call me? What, I’m not worth even a text?)
Breathe - breath = double-check the math…
+ + - x1 - + = 2?
…(Forgot to carry my one.)
Bio: Michael Griffith began writing poetry during a year-long stay in a rehabilitation home after a life-changing injury. As his body healed, poetry helped his spirit heal. He resides in Somerset county, NJ.