Stay up too late

Waiting for the earth to

Cool down.       I

Thought I was okay

Moving from the man who talked to himself and thought we were all plotting against him


Now I lay in bed and the


Presses in on my chest

Like those hydraulic videos on YouTube

And I'm so very concerned about

If anything will

Ooze out

When I finally pop

Or if I'm just a flaccid "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" balloon

Limp-dicked and hovering above the pergo floor

Waiting for the half-life of helium

To let me lay flat.