Day 169/365

(with apologies to T.)


Terror rains
on top of my head
enough to give me
a headache
and drown out
pretty much
all the crap
I feed into it
on a regular basis.

Expansion make
my earplugs pop out
like some sort of weird
double turkey done indicator thing.

But at least the atmosphere was appropriate for giving up on ibuprofen and caffeine.

Except, what doesn't kill you could make you go all loopy and instead of looking for work you'll just set to making jewelry that no one needs with stuff you bought at the craft store and a hot glue gun and some other junk you have lying about. Sell it online for a profit if you can. Pay the cable bill, feed the critters.

In desperate difficulty
lies disolution
in an inordinate amount.
Only wise to turn the light out
and yawn and head to bed.

Another is tomorrow.
And yet, there is a day
after that.


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