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.

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