My Condition
There is only one thing essential to surviving life's ups n downs. And no, it ain't booze.
Some days I’m like
a kid just handed
a glass of milk and a big
P & J sandwich;
happy, content, overjoyed
a pig in shit,
aswim in and awake to
the possibilities of the day ahead.
Other days, I’m numb.
No sun, no shine.
Death coats every damn thing.
Why is there anything?
Why this not that?
Why am I me, not him?
Hell, I could die at
any moment from the dread,
no answers forthcoming
to the question
we murderous flesh n bone
shitting bipeds ooze.
It is, what it is.
No self-help book.
No Netflix series.
No XO therapy.
No woman.
No dog.
No cry.
Is gonna change that.
It’s like, late night at the casino.
One moment, you’re a $1,000 up
and feeling like the King of Siam.
Next, you’re walking head down
on the plush, deep purple carpet
to the cash machine.
It’s all about that middle way.
Balancing these human,
oh, so human books.
If you can do that - it’ll work out.
Whatever the pain along the way.
If not, you’ll have an early night.
Nothing can help you.
