Poem: Always, Too Much

the amber-haze, the fish-eyed glimpse the rosy thoughts or tint (or cheeks)

flushed from thought when caught in full view; shellshock too – another

name for it all. These names don’t last, that feeling morphs – not even

a feeling, rather reaction to something you had no control over; something

that took control over you. You never told it to, you never want…