and again

 

Glug. You heard me.. Glug.

 

*kick*

 

I hate on the frustrating walls of these tombs

I hate on breakfast, murky, sludge in the grud-light

I hate the sound of voices, shrill, nails popping toasters

I hate the amber glow of dog hair

slipping down another thick throat. 

I hate, I hate chain link fences

the effort to understand that slips

into the dread pit

of the heart place.

 

I hate patterns

I hate chaos

I hate simplicity

I hate complications

I love my foot banging the black side

of the file cabinet, ringing me up

reminder that pain is life,

life is random

choices fleeting and illusory

so make it a good run, a good run-

with your throb foot pounding

the black tar

 

of another fucking day.