Rein in blood

My thoughts're
oft'n jolt'd,
like smackin'
the side of
an old t.v. set.

Always
 changes
comin',
when the
picture snaps
 into focus.

The image is,
 all of the cogs
in this machine
fallin' into place.

Several adjustments
  should be made.
If only for head,
   health and
  heart's sake.

A change of pace,
maybe some new
ways to say some
new things to say?

Maybe I could
stop bleeding the
same ol' wounds
all over the place?