The Waterfall of Angst pours over me,
swiftly, as my speed drops to sixty.
I came into town to get my car,
all, clean: so that, (maybe)
this evening, I don't have to use
whiskey - to polish up my mind
& make it a serene- place to be.
Hell, I don't even drink whiskey.
Gin or ale is much more suitable for me.
Loathing the fact that I must go
and exchange silver quarters,
for their quadruple counterpart,
just to get the ****'d
pressure washer to start.
While avoiding faces I know
in the local mart,
I begin to question when it begun:
this love/hate relationship I have
for each, and every, one -
that I have passed by -
or know of.
--
I finally possess full coin dollars!
Release the wrath of the rains and oceans!
"Hey!" I hear a man holler,
"These soapy potions- contain no ******!
Come back tomorrow, if you must-
to soak and unsmudge
your bucket of rust!"
Oh! The sorrow!
"But, my dear friend!
I cannot return after this night's moon;
for death: it, certainly, shall come soon!
I don't believe I can pretend- that I will
ever return to the Waterfall of Angst again!
No! No! I don't have the strength."
--
He gave me a length- ly stare,
obviously pondering if he dare -
ask questions regarding my answer.
As he opens his mouth,
I scamper off into, sweet, seclusion
where my heartbeat can steady
& continue living my delusion.
April 3rd, 2016
