Vinegar Vignettes
Here I sit
Reflecting, reflecting
Pondering, pondering
Spacing, spacing...

Joy to the world!
No-cut the music-
Christmas has passed, thank God
(Happy Belated Birthday, Baby Jesus.)
Mild indifference to the world

Wasting away in a prison of a mind
Where writing assignments shuffle about
and linger like poverty-
(somebody really should
do something
about that smell.)

Garish rainbows and twisted reality
A sickening distortion of childhood
When smiles mean pending doom.
(it appears I've fallen asleep
and fallen into a nightmare.
blame the spacing.)