rogue thoughts everywhere split the second

to contain mid-air changes      excessive rotation

feet in wrong shoes

a bumblingstumble toe-twist in plastic

missing the depth of turf

a disconcerting inflammation

of concentration sets in

you

have to lean in to hear

like a trailing spouse

searching for discrete components

rhythms the oscilloscope shows

as though in the middle ages

words smother the (p)age

no breaks in the line

especially in times of naggling

aphoristic barbs not entirely kind

overload

frowned on now

like suet