Paranoia

January 8, 2014December 16, 2015 by Andrew Chaim In Poetry 2 Comments

They’re working this Sunday,

but they never work Sundays.

So, the weave of suspicion enters your mind in

the return of paranoia,

the revenge of the illogical,

the relapse of uncertainty

and doubt.

What comes next?

Subliminal interrogation?

Confrontation?

Or consolation in advance through a bucket of ice cream?