6:05
well
i don’t believe in writer’s block
but here i am
6:05 in the morning
and i can’t think of a thing
maybe my life is just not interesting enough
maybe there’s too much shit going on
it’s late september and hot as hell
here in babylon
it was a cool summer
but they are giving it to us in the end
everything seems flipped
on its head these days or gone backward
beheadings, drones, war, and racists in the heartland
there is more to digest
but it all ends up causing stomach pains
i can’t even get drunk right
and the philistine upstairs is blasting his tv again
maybe he’s doing it the correct way
he’s certainly not sitting here at 6:05
suffering over bad poems
sweating with music and the bad news of the world
trying to come in through radio static
he has cheery morning anchors on
i can hear their exuberance through the thin walls
there is nothing worse than cherry morning anchors
except maybe
hemorrhoids or herpes
only in millions of cases
both of those are completely curable.
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