today is… how you say…

a bad day so far,
not a one fragrance upon the air this morning was sweet or greeting,
the clouds did not open up, but instead sweat a humid linger,
the steaming shower did not remove the filth from my arched back,
my head didn’t feel clean, my scalp rejoiced with white confetti, and itched on,
the breeze was like Bacchus belching  his putrid morning breath to wake,
all the fabrics,  brushes,  and  winds did nothing to  comfort me this morn,
not even sacred drinks could make the world taste better,
foul slobber was dammed between lips running down the mouth like a river,
crows  craned, horns honked, and turbulence echoed over all the melodies.
nothing i tried seemed to brighten my disposition,

this is where you’d expect a moral optimistic ending, right?

~ by remothe2nd on April 2, 2008.