There is a mental state
I strive to achieve a homeostatic state a humming a lull like those alpha wave tapes they sold in the 60's
I need to hear that in my head all day. Instead of the clanging of my thoughts and the clashing of my
wants versus what I should do need to do and the sad, bright violins from "Sunshine" so melancholy
so consistent that remind me how it is not to have anyone understand
I was thinking of a poem on my way in today... I hope I get it right (damned Muse never waits for me to have a pen)
They planted a rose
Where you lied to me last
And I was glancing there
cursing the ground that you laced
with falseness like
rocks in cement
and hating myself for having believed.
But the rose peered up
wrapped around the window's fence
And I realized
it too was the fruit of treacherousness
plastic and wire
and cut at the stem.
