Sunday, December 14, 2008

Opening a Bad Can

The semester is almost over.
My life is pointed in a certain direction.
Also, I have a cramping calve. I have been
limping all day.
I feel vague and separated.
I do not feel as if I own the universe inside my skull.
I have a sense of doom.
It's a good thing I'm not the starting Quarterback
for an NFL franchise. I would be horrible.
My goopy blood-oil would be spilling all over.
It would be depressing.
So, I try hard not to think about the NFL.
The dreams of junior high only live on
because everything always exists.
I shall meet you in the great beyond, dummy sky bird.
Yes, as if shaking hands, will shall
wiggle the skinny shiny walk together!