{January 14, 2014}   Static

nothing much makes sense again,
then i glance at the calendar and see the full moon’s coming
making me moody on top of it all
i wonder where it all goes,
those feelings that bubble and boil
spilling out like warm soda-pop,
shaken, not stirred,
you writhe like a snake inciting me to swallow violence,
my thermostat stuck in the red till i’m about to blow,
you play me like a radio
sometimes there’s static,
i can’t tell if you don’t hear me
or if you changed the station


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