Under The Carbuncle

I'm not slow, I'm hindered, somewhat hamstrung,

the reason unrecognizable as a blurry eyed chart

imperceptible as fools gold woven into a 60's vest

yet with effects noticeable as embroidered scarlet

I can't let go the feeling everything is touching me,

my moments like the Forrest Gump opening scene

with nonstop, nostalgic and searing contemplation

of melancholic moods steeped in life's shallowness