drychotomies

the emptiness
it came in an arid wave
dampening my spirit
in a mirage

content one moment
lost and unfulfilled 
the next...

what the...
how the ...
does this even happen?

bad poems
sloppy music
wanabee writer's
blockhead pretense
dilettantish delusion
old fuck wheezer
not even a great pretender

then...
i sat in the sun
and globally warmed
i thought of you
listened to music 
sipped coffee

and...
fucking hell
felt better

a self-absorbed
mood swung
flip-flop ping...

what was it you said?
oh yeah, lose the ego