A doctor told me
to smack the bed
with a tennis racket,
and when I was young
I beat up
my stuffed dog,
and when I got older
I attacked the trees
in the back yard,
so now in my late middle years
I hit the chair
three times
and then bow to it.

I hear the cold creeping in through the floorboards
Wasting away with words
My insatiable  curiosity with be the death of me

There are boys throwing a ball in the road
My cat is staring at me
I don't have any answers

I keep searching for love, honesty
Though I'm not a very honest person

Motivation only comes in pill form now
Make sure someone else isn't telling you what you want

Feed me
I am a bottomless pit
Feed me your soul