angry bubbles pop
around my head
little explosions
that do nothing
but add incrementally
infuriations
to an already
rancid mood.

fell headfirst
off the wrong
side of the bed
every minor
inconvenience
a new throbbing
in already
tender temples.

i need you
coffee
and the world
in general
to fuck right off
into a hazy
sunset in
bruised miasma.