Saturday, February 20, 2010

Misters


Saturdays always scared me a little, I used to think
Now I know it was just anxiety
for all the things my brain never wanted to handle
like making pancakes in a toaster.
It never made much sense.

Some of my current friends eat pills for anxiety.
White round pills in cartons or plastic cylinders.
And I have another espresso with the bat of an eyelash.

To think that I used to play guitar with my socks and spatulas.
What an irrational process of life.

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