Tired of Trying

It's hard to get out of bed when it is below fifty degrees in the house and it has been below fifty degrees for five months because that is exhausting. It is hard to get out of bed as it is because we are sleeping on a fucked up futon. The Made In China metal creaks and folds with each drawing breath.

You know that moment when you realize everything has been done in vain? Like you have been waiting for a moment of change, of revelation, then you become angry because that moment doesn't arrive and the only way for it to arrive is to take the moment by the neck, pin it down, and suck the life from it? Welcome to my tired mind. Tired of convincing myself of other people. Tired of the cold. Tired of shifting my weight around. Tired of people I do not agree with or fit in with. People that have their head wedged so far up their tight asses that they can't hear anything you say. Yeah, I'm fucking tired of this. Give me peace. That's what I want.

No Cars Go

The road is littered with exposed rib cages and clean jaw bones. Now that the snow has receded, these precious things lay exposed. And I would love to beat on the chest of the man that is leaving bright blue Busch beer cans all over this town.

Cheer up baby It wasn't always quite so bad

For every venom then that came out
The antidote was had.

From Bed