Positively 446 East Street

Still I don’t feel all that good inside.

Medicated and meditated,

I tried to shake off the disappointment.

Thought it through,

Figured it out,

Settled it rationally, 

Still can’t shake it off.

It gnaws gently,

but doesn’t stop.

I enjoy my coffee,

but the jitters are just re-energized.

I listen to music,

but the notes fly by ineffectually,

while the unwanted buzz stays

and the desired tones run away frightened

Not wanting to be a part of the ridiculous ritual

of acting like the world has ended

when it is just another day in this heavenly hell

or hellish paradise.