LATELY

I don't know what is happening lately.
There is something dark beyond my control.
My inner self is a mole,
blind-blind-blind-blind-blind.
I miss my savoir faire badly.
I don't know what has happened lately.
Maybe a puffed cloud, perhaps a new Pearl Harbour.
I just know that nobody trusts anybody
(I am not talking about the underground).
Yesterday, I crossed eyes with a businessman
in a restaurant,
nails and boiled eggs as in the eigthies
(I swallowed a spoonful of sweet evil).
I don't know what happened lately.