a mood has settled
upon my shoulders
and i don’t think
i care for it at all
pissy and angry
the wind keeps blowing
the chimes clang
the neighbor dog
howls incessantly
the cars are too loud
the moon is too bright
and my head feels filled
with broken shards of
every happy moment
that seem so far away.

this goddamned mood
settled upon my aching
fiberglass insulation
wrapped around my chest
and everything seems
designed to piss me off
the stars twinkle
distant dead assholes
with nothing better to do
and my stomach screams
for things i simply
cannot afford
adding to the turmoil
of anxiety and anger
ravaging my empty skull.