Odd Mood
Here’s to hoping
this odd mood
passes
like
joy
or
bad
burrito
gas.
I feel like
a prickly
five year
old,
with
NO!
ready
upon my lips.
I leave the TV
and several
lights on
throughout
the house,
I pay the power
bill so fuck it.
I itch within
my skin.
I left the dog
out all night
in a fit of
utterly careless
mindlessness.
I BBQed a
seven pound
pork roast,
spent over
five hours
doing so,
“Who the hell
is going to eat all of
this meat?”
Nothing
interests me.
I play
RL Burnside
continually from
midnight
until
7AM,
awake
or
sleeping.
I refuse to
wash dishes.
Ordinarily, I easily discover
simple humor and poetry
in similar tangles of chaotic inaction.
I am finding
nothing
vaguely
humorous
or
poetic
here.
For the 74th time
tonight,
RL moans,
“Wish I was in
heaven sittin’ down…”
Amen,
brother.