A proem to the  story of my life,

with the best possible messy scheme

was laid bare in front of my eyes.

It was like glasses knocked askew—

neither balanced nor appropriately glued.

It was not like a normal curve,

with the mean, median, mode, the same.

From any side, it had crookedly oblique angle—  

leaning toward one side, the other, dangle!

The problem was not with the proem, in fact;

My life was the result of a mind being cracked.

Courtesy of Google pictures

From my second collection Out Inside (in press).  Austin Macauley Publishers.