these make me smile tonight
an end to a pretty crappy day
the dream student who says I displayed
aggression, the tinnitus that keeps ringing,
my cat who will finally have to be spayed,
my quiet upsetment with diane,
all of this goes on and on.
i don’t clean the apartment.
don’t even bother to pick things up
from the floor. what the hell.
have no stomach for it. the daily
actions that keep things going.
to hell with doing these actions.
all i want to do is watch the yanks,
ride the bike to the gym,
eat, and stare into space.
THE POETRY OF THE GAME