Baggage

Dr. Phil has advised me that I bring along a
Suitcase.
It's packed full and very difficult to close.

Here I go, with my unintelligible metaphors.
Or maybe they're too simple.
I really mean issues. And fears. And concerns.
And general far out totally, dude, insanity.

I'd like to say that I'm damaged
But that would be a cop out and blatant plagiarism
I'm constantly consistently warned about plagiarism.
It's just more baggage.


Luggage. The stuff you put in your boot or
On your head. In your head.
There I go again.

I mean to say: it's all up here, way over
there, look up, up I say!
But it's here and here, too.
I'm pointing but you can't see.
Imagine. You can do it.

So that's the sum and total of my baggage.
I come with bad poetry and chewed pens.
Also, thousands of papers. My suitcase is
Stuffed to the brim with papers.

- Trish