So

I'm going to stop writing and start drinking; this instant
Break all the mirrors in my house and burn out all the motors in all our cars
I'm going to rip up every shirt I've ever bought, except for two
Then, I'm tearing out the fireplace
I may even drive to Calgary, on a bike
The last time I felt this way, I zipped myself up in a suit bag
Shipped myself off to Morocco
It didn't work
But, nevertheless, I tried
When this feeling passes
I will get back to work
On pointless expressions
Of the human condition
Expressions that
When added together
Hopefully tell a story
Even though their weight
Is no more
Than a small handful of feathers
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9.13.13