boomerang I

he kept coming back like a huge blue-black storm-cloud

intermittently in the sun

he kept asking the same thing

when, when, when?

where, what, who, and why?

I told him that for the umpteenth time

he couldn’t grasp it; boomerang mouth

in a deliberate, devastating attack

I took some notes, sought advice

no doubt repeating everything all over again

he still didn’t get it, mind confused

my mind bruised, get off the line

I can’t stand it, are you disabled like me?

even impaired could figure it out

change tactics, learn the ropes

of the new knowledge for them, I suppose

but the world itself is not always like we would like it to be

there are hurdles and heaps of old snow

on the same road the next day

we have to recognise it and deal with it

as best we can

so as not to drown in the stagnation of despair

from the former day

like this guy who wanted to be a god

the one who could change events

according to his wishes engraved in yesterdays