My mind is under the weather
What should I do?
Butterflies flying in my head
Spiders weaving webs of
Dreams and nightmares
Doom and fear
Starve a fever
Feed a cold?
What’s the remedy
For getting old
Or lonely or afraid?
Terminal?
I don’t think so
A Pill ain’t gonna do it
I’m allergic to smoke
The booze helps for a little while
Until I see your face
Wanting to cry
Wanting to laugh
Telling myself it’s all in the past
Darkness is sunshine
Daybreak is night
And I write.
