ok, quite a bit—now sitting here and staring
and something is supposed to be happening
and well it’s not. And what was I to expect?
Really? Really what did I hope to happen as I
sat here and drank and looked at—what? Oh,
maybe something would hit me and make me a
man; Oh, maybe something would come to me
and shake up the thing—some great dissatisfaction—
Oh, maybe the monster has a name!
I could have called it out and seen it naked
and stabbed it with a silver sword! I could have been
my hero! but, man, you try waking up in the morning
like I wake up—survive the day and
its noises—falsely feel accomplished because
anxiety is worse— yeah, you go home and see where you are.
Man, go see where you are! Then, then—
then try to sleep!
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