Too Much

It might have been the bills piling up,

or the dishes, or the vodka bottles,

or the impending deadlines for dental

appointments and vet visits and paper

submissions, a careless glance at the calendar,

that buried him under the covers

that morning he couldn’t get

out of bed, couldn’t get

up, couldn’t get

a promotion, a raise, couldn’t get

psyched up, couldn’t get

laid, couldn’t get

his ducks in a row, couldn’t get

a hold of himself, couldn’t get

no satisfaction, couldn’t get

a life, couldn’t get

the courage to end it,

couldn’t get

on with it,

lying in the dark,

tired of lying,

tired of darkness,

tired of anxious anxiety,

tired of depressing depression,

tired of maniacal mania,

dangling from both disordered poles,

dropping,

sinking into the mattress,

curling into a fetal ball,

pulling the covers over his head,

panicking as he attacked

the alarming clock.

 

Copyright 2017

T. Allen Culpepper

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One thought on “Too Much

  1. I hope you got IT out of your system and are in a better mood now. Go have some fun.

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