Weekdays
are an endless stretch of
stress
and fatique,
with knots of wound muscle
cramping their way
to headaches and
backspasms
and another phone call from a debt collector
and another 10 minutes on the snooze button from hell,
and counting how many hours too little of sleep i got last night
and how many people did i let down yesterday
and how soon till i can get out of work, and can i catch a nap aftewards, no? oh well.
mounting anxiety
mounting frustration
mounting tension
as i shamble over wednesday
and plummet past thursday
keeping my head above water for friday,
just 8 hours on saturday and then

i am rolling my face off
drinking to oblivion
as fucked up as i can possibly get
hallucinating my stress away
and drifting off to sleep with mary jane cuddled up beside me.

02/06/2010

Posted on 02/06/2010
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