Melancholia

the history of melancholia
includes all of us.
me, I write in dirty sheets
while staring at blue walls
and nothing.
I have gotten so used to melancholia
that I greet it like an old friend.
I will now do 15 minutes of grieving
for the lost redhead,I tell the gods.
I do it and feel quite bad
quite sad,then I rise
CLEANSE
Deven though nothing is solved.
that's what I get for kicking religion in the ass.
I should have kicked the redhead
in the asswhere her brains and her bread and
butter are
at ...
but, no, I've felt sad
about everything:
the lost redhead was just another
smash in a lifelong
loss ...
I listen to drums on the radio now
and grin.
there is something wrong with me
besides
melancholia."