Routine Lunch

That’s all that it said, On the blank page Of the notebook That I keep next to My bed: “Routine Lunch.” That’s all that it said, On the paper I use To write down the Drunk thoughts that I have. “Routine Lunch.” I say in my head, Over and Over and Over again. “Routine Lunch.”Continue reading “Routine Lunch”

Anxiety or Indigestion 

It’s coming… I can feel it Coming. It’s in my gut, Churn Churn Churning, And Boil Boil Boiling. I’m going to erupt, Blow my lid, Lose my fucking shit. I can feel it Coming. Any minute… But then I burp, And I kind of Feel better. I guess it was just indigestion, I think.