Concerto for Double Bass

FUCK.

DOUBLE FUCK.

There. That's about it for today.
A lot of anger happening. Can't release it...except with my usual ways.
*shrug*

However, thought i should post and share the following recent discovery.
So as not to waste this post discussing my otherwise empty life.
How's that for blatancy?

"Concerto for Double Bass"

He is a drunk leaning companionably
Around a lamp post or doing up
With intermittent concentration
Another drunk's coat.

He is a polite but devoted Valentino,
Cheek to cheek, forgetting the next step.
He is feeling the pulse of the fat lady
or cutting her in half.

But close your eyes and it is sunset
At the edge fo the world. It is the language
Of dolphins, the growth of tree-roots,
The heartbeat slowing down.

(John Fuller-Poems from underground)