Friday, March 2, 2007


Things are not well.
The union budget blaring out from the television screen
Is a Conspiracy against me, I can tell.
Dinner isn’t ready.
The headache inside me swells
And burgeons to incredible proportions and I know I shall yell
Any second now,
Any second now.

The lure of insanity is heady.

I grit my teeth and lock the door of my room,
Lie listening to monsters in the shadowy gloom.
A knock on the door, then
Will see me walking out of the room to the TV screen
Mundane, boring, self-contained, serene -
Human again.

0 kindred spirits have swallowed my rambling: