Decompensation

Endless cold winter days and even longer nights- I can get so philosophical at times. Strange memories and thoughts start to taunt me: Does the weatherman really keep mentioning 'The wedding? ' (Eighty years ago no weatherman was the cornerstone of anyone's daily plans) And did I really kill that La Brea woman, thousands of years ago Bash her skull in, and push her into the tar pits, to hide it: Her skeleton found eons later, and placed on display in a museum So that now she has a large pseudo-monument To commemorate what I did, so long ago. Is she really reincarnated as that redhead at church who gets on my nerves Because everything I try in an attempt to get away from her, has the same result: If I killed her, a new religion would no doubt spring up from her very blood- And I can imagine all the rationalizing that I might use to finish her off now Was the same I might have used back then by the asphalt pools. Winter obsessions or paranoid paramnesia: No bright, hot sun to deflate all the hallucinations Bouncing around in the reflective deep freeze. Just my psyche making up a little cold weather drama to amuse itself? There's not always a full moon around to blame it on. As long as it's just a hidden wrinkle inside my brain, it's fine But if the thought police ever come round, I'm done for.