weed deeds

Tumble Weeds

Tumble weeds. I fumble deeds.
I stumble in search of humble needs.
Weak crumbling knees -
I fold into ream rubble. Bleak 
waves and swirls seem subtle -
Deep struggles indeed, 
burst my dream bubble.

Muddles of mud beneath my feet.
Teams of trouble even doubling whenever I brush my teeth or eat.
I’m getting vexed and texts of sex and drugs but each a cheat.
I’m leaving tonight so I can find a hut for some peace and sleep.