A Hopeless Project

Improvement indeed, staying away
from flame-throwing sugar - eating
salty cornmeal products instead -
turning chemical depression into
an ice-cold anger that makes me
hate myself and all existence

Escaping the interminable rise and
fall of voices by listening to music
full-volume on my ear-phones -
keeping irritation of meaning to a
minimum, facing an endless day of
inner turmoil caused by a system

So wayward it never stays on keel
for more than a few minutes at a
time, a frozen statue in front of a
computer screen, not allowing fury
at being a simpleton to boil over as
that is useless waste of energy

Knowing spiritualists would indict me
for lack of responsibility but in my de-
fence the headache came first and
nothing I did changed one iota of
anything, better to embrace this
feeling than trying to grow holy

A hopeless project to begin with

poem by Margaret Alice Second
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