TORTURE

Distracting one's self from being desperate, depressed, needy and pathetic is so brilliantly hard I can't even begin to articulate it in this flimsy little cyberspace box. I suppose that's because it is impossible - distracting yourself that is. You either feel shit or you don't. You can't feel shit but not remember you feel shit. After watching Madonna's 'Like A Virgin' Tour, live from 1985 on an original VHS I was not provided even temporary relief so instead here I am, drowning in my sorrows (Where everyone would love to drown) and now I'm writing. Here is a verse I wrote this morning:

Exhaling ferns down

the primrose path,

tepid, tortured trail.

Flower stench

rotting flesh.

My palms are vast and pale.