another Ground Hog's
Day. Everything's the same,
nothing here to change. The same
sun rises in the east and sets like

dentures in the west. Another day I
brush my yellow teeth, shower and get
dressed. I buy groceries in the store,
run errands and do chores. My phone

is silent as the doorbell chimes. Headlines
print in black ink weather, politics and
crimes. Another night I toss and turn
soaked in sweat. This night is burned,

like breakfast bacon. I'm faking a smile
while the coffee's percolating.  Bills collect
and autumn leaves fall. And this after-
noon I'll wash it down with alcohol.