Themed in the next one

You know I tried many times to write to themes

parenting, jobs, sex, cities and such, but words

won’t be segregated – love and sorrow, dreams

defy limits, don’t agree to be bordered,

resist the lures of heavy grammage and gild,

spill across in slurps of untidy noise

billowing emotions, but still iron-willed;  

so I gave up, mustered whatever poise

I could in that messed-up meaningful wild

and wrote and left, tail between my pens, or keys

more often than not nowadays, my brain child

turned out to be less mine, scrolled memories

of verses, blown out feelings like popped balloons,

radio voices babbled over party spoons.