mantra

mantra


the days are
finally
getting longer.

the nights are soaked
in beer instead
of dread and
drizzle.

the keyboard hums
and wails.
the monitors
flare.

i feel my
potency
returning
though my
balls need 
a trim
i can get up
and run
today
like a crazed
dictator.

time is something i own
time is in my control

money 
is a 
pitch black hole

yielding to depression
betrays my lack
of imagination

all possible futures
and pasts narrowing
down down
down
to 
a fine filed
point.

until one
morning
after
all the wallowing
all the brooding
all the pitiful
pity
i remember
i came
to fight
.