#goatsmell

I close my door Until it clicks

I reckon no one Wants to hear

Me lose my Mind on the

I’m doing fine-enough Been busy, and I’m Always busy during These weird End Time Kind of days

I thought life would Open up like a fresh Oyster but it’s more Like a warm septic tank

It’s all luke and no Skywalker down there

But, yes..

I’m doing fine-enough Working hard and Relaxing hard and Living a pleasantly Pink and turgid life

Been shining up the parts Of me I’d like to see better Scrubbing the stubborn Burden of my personality Away like snot from a Rusty screen door

It feels.. Like milking chickens, and Roughly handling goats

It’s like… A crossing the universe On flip-flop feet

Are you comfortable With the comfort of such Small and quiet agonies?

Oh yes, quite.

Are you at home Within discomfort?

Oh, yes…quite, yes.

Are you relaxing Deep into suffering With one Bowie album, A pot of Orange Pekoe tea And a fair bit of toast?

I’m over here ripping My soul open every hour

Like a fresh bag of chips Like an old bag of tricks