04/15/2012

Smoking the last cigarette in the pack.
Wondering what’s wrong with the world.
Pondering all the ways to fix it
Though it’s broken beyond repair.

Talking to exes
Wondering what happened there
Though I don’t let it eat at me
This time anyway.

Want to write something
Anything beautiful, meaningful
But my mind is locked down
Maximum security cranium.

Tried to make this from the heart
But it seems more from the bowels.
Tried to pour out what I feel, what I know
But right now that seems to be nothing.

So how are you?
"How’s your mom and them," as we say down here in God’s country.
It’s just one of those days for wondering
What the hell?