array of seizures and headaches
seize the day with tremendous zest,
icy claws grip my soul as i walk out the door-
relentless rain pounds my window
as i drive,
sometimes hoping i will accidentally veer into other lane
sometimes not.
depends on whether the sun is out
or if the day is cold
or if I haven�t had my coffee.
with windows rolled up,
i smoke anyway,
blows back in my face,
in my hair, makes me choke
i crack the window to get some air but
all that comes in are
little stinging drops
that hit directly in my
eye.
old heater
blows stale air; dries out my contacts but I can�t fix them 'cause I can�t roll down my window to throw out my cancer stick because of the damn rain.
my coffee is
in between my legs but i don't pay attention and slam on my brakes, and now i have a brown stain on my crotch, burns like hell and i�m pissed
the radio
can�t play anything but sappy love crap that makes me think and I can�t think because it hurts and i�m already
so damn broken
i swear i�ll end myself if i have to think about it anymore.
good morning,
good morning
what a fucking good morning
