my mind
is a cluttered room. 

can't you just picture it?

i would try
to tidy up, but
i never have company
so who would recognize
or appreciate the effort? 

if you do happen to stumble inside
i'd like to apologize
ahead of time
for anything too vile
that you may find hiding in the mess. 

there are many things hidden
beneath many things that were forgotten
once left for dead. 

anyone fool enough to dig around in those piles
might just be surprised
i'd hope 'pleasantly'
but more likely
it will be 'otherwise'. 

so call them surprises
if you like. 

i surmise
that those types of surprises are more likely unpleasant
as they are too often expected in the least
or even more often, not at all. 

have i fallen, and now can't get up? 
or am i still far before that particular fall? 
does anybody really know what i'm trying to say at all?

i guess i am trying again
quite miserably
to apologize.

truly, i am sorry. 

you can see that, can't you? 
that i am sincerely contrite?
i mean, aren't i truly a sorry sight
for otherwise unsore eyes? 

therefore,
and hopefully not for too much more,
do i...?  i do.

i apologize.