modern day in the shade
by James K. Dyson
feels like hazy, blue, pouring rain
sitting under chipmunk filled trees
watching clouds and thinking about fleas
fleas are small but not as tiny
I am fine, but please, don't mind me
growing tadpoles in the pond
just a patient, won't take long
alcohol is in my blood
inject an overdose
when water floods
the find is dry
she lied again
I don't know why?
I do know when.