the cycle

you’re a walking fun guy
falling asleep in the sleep chair
full of bed (chair) bugs and fungi.

there is a loud knock at the door,
he wakes up from his sleep chair
gets to the door…
nobody there.

He goes ballistic (missile)
and starts throwing trash cans
on the street, running up and down
the block knocking on other’s doors
figuring it had to be one of those fuckers.

but he doesn’t stay long enough for them
to answer and on to the next house he goes
until he returns.

five minutes later, another loud knock;
nobody there.
the cycle continues.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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