Sunday May 12 10:02 PM

I'm freaking out. I want to sleep through the coming week.

As we gather round

Feasting on a screen

And I know I've got something

Something for the future

But I don't know what

Or

When

Or

What was I saying?

Tomorrow is Monday.

Today was Mother's Day.

They cackle at the monkeys

In the circus on the screen

As I choke on late written history

And I'm tired and thoughtless

Dizzy and blinded

It's too late to breathe

The poison in my veins

Screams and begs

Feasting on my skin

When the stars turn to me

A star hits me hard

Tomorrow is Monday.

Tomorrow is Monday.

Tomorrow is Monday.

Tomorrow.

Is.

Monday.