BLAME GAME

BLAME GAME

blame me for this poem
it is the poem
that keeps on
giving

lathering you
with irony

my childhood
a perpetual blame game
(Newton’s gaslight law
of psychophysics)
the day I divined
did not want me
better off
without me

thinking they
would feel
blessed
to have me
do not know
how that stupid thought
ever got inside my head

yes
   all that
cosmic horror
all that history

and now the poem
before you
that keeps
on giving
        Dutch angling
your world, fragmenting,
disrupting
taxing you with
time paradox, non-local
identity
      alternate realities and multiple endings

you can do your worst
and blame me
as I am sure you assuredly will