(20 minute poetry)


What a depressing looking day
dull and damp and more rain on the way,
what a depressing day.

Feels like I'm walking through the cemetery in the middle of a night and the night or the cemetery is me.  

Going back to bed looks a better bet and it'll save me from getting wet, but who'll save me from myself?

What a depressing looking day and the powers that be, will in their wisdom make it last twenty four hours especially for me,

am I being a misery?

This shadow will rise if I open my eyes and to be honest that's what I must do.


Blue
electric
wired or not
I plugged into the day
and that's what I've got.


This tube's a torpedo
running.

and somewhere the Kapitan
is sunning himself
ready to explode.

bites the bullet and writes this note.

( this kind of mood leads only to the Coliseum where the lions are waiting )