Monday, November 30, 2015


Earplugs, music:
Tuned in, turned on, dropped out:

Good Morning Starshine
Incense and Peppermints
Monday Monday
This could be a psychedelic Monday
Magic carpet subway ride
Even though I’m on the way to work

I could be on a rocket to the fourth dimension
Walking in space
In a boat on a river
Were it not for this ratfucker
Reading this book: Hedge Fund Managers

Which makes me want to punch him in his  face
Which is not mellow or psychedelic or peace and love at all

And it wasn't the music made me change my mind.
It was that he isn't  23 – he’s my age, maybe even older
So maybe a book reviewer or
Desperate business major,  class of ‘92, recently fired, or

He is stardust, he is golden,
He is caught in the devil's bargain

So I didn't punch or spit or scream or cry
But my mellow has been harshed
And I've got to get myself back to the garden.
But too late now: now it's time to make the doughnuts.

November 30, 2015

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