UPENDING.

Funny lines at right angles
Pointed towards a car key chain
For moving motor vehicles,
But only an untried replica
Was left inside the house
Along for her.

So I walked out without wheels,
And stumbled, due to tendons,
Through the night mind fields;
Running to a sterile bar
Without a fog of smoke around,
Served up with holy water.

Few hours leave of haze arrived
But strangely without someone;
Dogs everywhere arise, untie,
Or maybe come to notice
The process in the head is tired,
And slower than the boat race.

Fare weathered now I take to leave,
But leaving only suits her,
And its dress is ill conceived.
Beyond her sight I can not care,
And will ensure I try on first
New whereabouts I dare.