A Diary

My life, is, in no particular order.
Alphabetical it’s not.
No neatly packaged A-Z,
Or season watching diary
Fed, by dull entries,
Of duller days
Devoid of any feeling,
Just weather.
My life, is, in no particular order.
Chronological it’s not.
The clock ticks clockwise,
Well it would. My head
Ticks, well it would,
Anti, clock and otherwise.
My life is in no particular order.