Unbraided

I once ran toward something
then ran the other way  
at the point of convergence  
for self preservation’s sake  
oceans of distance were left in my wake  
back to the quite room  
in a blacked out curtained cocoon  
he used to send letters with all the O’s, X’ed out  
never really knew what that was all about  
but then the Sun went into retrograde  
and fell off the clock  
before any inquiries could be made  
Mr. E  
twisted poetry  
it all unraveled  
got tangled  
became sharp edges on bent angles  
because where is the fun in a straight line?  
Once upon a time  
The Greatest American Anti-hero  
met Asinine by Design
and became the alpha omega of every rhyme