JB Writes Too

Sour Grapes (25/08/08)

The words
So frequent
So many
Crowd the hallway
That is my mind
And tense up the muscles
In my back
Makes me frustrated
Makes me impatient
Basic shit
With usual complacency
Agitate me
Under caffeinated
Over caffeinated
It’s all the same
The deep breaths
Don’t seem to wash away
The box corners
That bump and scrape
the sanctum
even the laughter
I usually seek refuge and comfort in
chokes and blackens
Accusatory
Contemptuous
Mocking
sneering
I clamber through
And smile behind gritted teeth
”Just shut the fuck up for once!”

“Maybe just give it a break?”

“Surely you could do that?

One time?”