I don't remember what version I have previously posted: this poem has been called several different things and has several different versions. I like this one best, I think: (it's been called "Mein Mind", "Toast and Jam"...something like that...here it is called "Sticky Situation"
Sticky Situation
Toast a drunk en madness
it burns when overdone
never was important – what it was all about –
needed only to realize
my part, or lack thereof.
You splattered me with your jam
it’s after midnight
seedy streets will be deserted –
raspberry-red cars
spread thin somnambulant
I won’t get stuck again.
I cruise down open road
in search of anything
but it’s not there.
fell face down in it
Murphy’s law –
peeled my face up off the floor, with pride.
revel in newly-found notion
this is not my problem
I can do nothing and it’s okay.
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