Odd Thoughts

I wish I could explain. I can't explain.
You realize, I hope, what happened here:
There was a small kink in the atmosphere,
An element that runs against the grain,
Dark-coloured splashes on the windowpane,
A silent heartbeat with a dash of fear,
No more. When I felt something in my ear
I tilted smartly, but it wouldn't drain.

So I have water on my brain. It squeaks,
And presages catastrophe, abused
By strangers, hurt by friends, even accused
Of thinking odd thoughts. When my left knee creaks,
Then winter's on its way; the future speaks,
The moon is rising, and my lips are fused.