stretching

by

Candi Timmerman

Just waking up in my own way,
pulling dirty hair out of blurry eyes and
wondering where the hell
my lighter is...
I have finally realized that doing that same shit all over again
today
is life.
It must be dealt with
and I will,
as soon as I light up and find the fucking coffee pot.
I will begin again
and remember just how much I hate
my mediocrity,
just how much I hate this life.
I'll sigh, and gulp down my caffeine while pouring
intelligence inside my head (as though I could learn)
immersing my mind in the pseudo-intellectual
garbage I muddle through each day.
FLICK
and the stimulant of the feel of a slim brown cigarette
between my fingers will renew my
clutch on life.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Those little brats
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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