Quarter-past two and the grinding mill's
still going strong
must be nice to be a Buddhist monk
knowing how to shut down that internal
monologue
with little beside some quiet and
discipline
I'm on empty
but my engine whirrs along
That's what I get for keeping my foot on
the dead man switch
a head fulla thoughts
and nowhere to put them-
can you hire a cleaning lady for between
the ears?
Malcolm Gladwell famously said it takes
ten thousand hours to master a
particular task
I doubt my time opposite various
shrinks, counselors, brain tinkers
meets his criteria
but you can bet your ass it gets pretty
close,
considering I average an hour a week
with the talker,
an hour a month with the doctor,
and a week-long stint in a funny farm
every now and then.
Since around eight, in and out of
offices.
Goddamn if it doesn't add up-
not ten thousand, but definitely several
hundred hours.
At this rate I'll lock it down by
middle-age,
if I can make it there.
It’s three AM
and here I sit,
smoking on a lit cigarette.
Two stray cats before me,
but nobody to my right.
The grasses grow tall
in the empty moonlight.
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