It’s dusk now.
Clouds clump like a bunch of used tissues
My socks are mostly odd ones.
War threatens.
The cat hasn’t moved for three days.
Drugs might help,
but since my life is a bad trip,
there is no point.

The dishwasher groans like ocean waves.
Dolphins whinge horrifically
from my new relaxation tape.
At least I have my cat to love me,
even if it’s dead.