It’s probably just the moon

A particular brand of melancholyfollowsoccasionally.I’ve never figured outif it is internalor external.It comesand goeslike the moon.Perhaps it isthe moon?I think of thosepeoplethat say things like,”retrograde”and so on.They have decidedthat it isn’tinternalso they look elsewhere.Up.I don’t suppose I can blame them.I don’t particularly want to be blamedfor myself.The ego dislikes.Should I, too, lookupfor blame?I don’t thinkContinue reading “It’s probably just the moon”

An ode to morning

Did you ever hearSum41back in the day?”Waking up is hard to do.”It was never my favoritebut the messageis timeless.I wakeregularlyin pain.Clawing, pressure,overwhelming brightness.It’s notjust hard to do.If I am luckyit is normalsleep inertia;tirenessand sadnessto leave the comfort.Instead,pain.Butthe ultimate juxtapositionto hearnaked stepson the stairwishing good mornings.Slender leaning acrossto let in the light.I reacha soft graspto smoothContinue reading “An ode to morning”

[Im]perfect

People wanta perfect solution;one to rule them all.I wanta perfect solution;one ring.There’s a simpleeleganceto this.But the world,the human worldis rarely soelegant.Insteadit is a mirage,beautifulfrom afar; yet nearer,so many tiny sandgrainsslip through fingerslike so manytiny failed pills.The day still movesperfect or otherwise.My bread riseswith the day’sconcerning heatas the dog[im]patientlyreminds methat it’s timeto worryno more, outside.I’ve proposedandContinue reading “[Im]perfect”

Spring Practice

Sun blindingsnows promisedamp trailsfor our muddy paws.It looks warmer than it is;still slickdemanding patience.Yetthe flowers insidebloomed all winter.Through the windowspying something,perhaps nothingthough worth a look.Fresh movements, assmaller birdsreturn.Friends of Jayrry?Likely!Filaments,rivulets tricklethe first soundsof my favorite sounds;springs’ birth.The days angle higher,a simple pleasureto play tonightin the light.Winter’s test passedagain, againeach more challengingthan the last.Through seasons’ newContinue reading “Spring Practice”

We go again

A simple failure. One likeand unlikeall others.A unicornlike any unicorn.I’ve revertedto the old drugs.The onesthat didn’t helpme before.The ones that didn’t hurt.My brainpresses aroundmy skullswirling.Toomy mind swirlsanxiously seekingan answer.The answerto the pain.Not today.

Trial to Try

I’m to expectprogresswith these pills.Deletetwo hoursof life.Succumb.In earnest,the question had been,”Would it be betterto find somethingwrong on the test,or not?”Irrelevant nowbecause nothingwas found.But nownothing to point to.Insteada trial.I’ve lost weight.Six poundsin a month.Whatno chocolatedoes to a man.My breadat leastis getting quite good.I thinkperhapsI am the highest bakerin America.I made my firstby touchloafthis week.I love seeingitContinue reading “Trial to Try”

Stability, or at least an approximation thereof

Todayno pain (yet),no stress (yet),no major complaints,yet.I feel drawnto this exercisein tumult.So I decided to trywithout.Yesterdaymy brain was scanned.Results pending.So I sitand waitimpatientlyto find out something catastrophic (unlikely)or nothing (irritatingly likely).It is a strange thingwaitingfor sentencing.I imagine this is akin to a criminalwaitingfor sentencing. Not knowing.Not really afraidbecause the deed is donebut the results yetpending.AmContinue reading “Stability, or at least an approximation thereof”