You sabotage your own creation

With a smile and a kick

a frown and a kiss

you were never fond

of any of this

and how do you respond?

Bitch and complain

about what life has done to you

Maybe you should light a candle

to the patron saint

of Eeyore-ness

and see what you can see

and way too often

these ministrations

encapsulate me

into subdued purgatory

until cocoon bursts flamingly

into something resembling poetry