I am so thirstyAnd I am mad at the rainI am also mad at myself for a variety of reasonsI can tell youNever ask me to dress youBecause today I wore navy pantsWith a black topAnd black shoesAnd the heck of it isI had the navy pants on yesterdayWith a navy and coral topBut the pants looked blackSo I changed But todayWhen we had a break in the rainI walked outside And saw that my black pantsWere navyAnd this would have never happened If it hadn’t been rainingAnd that is one reason I am mad at the rainAnd mad at myself I am weakPowerless Evidently my body has decided I can survive on three hours of sleepOr maybe five But not eightMy gut has also declined Any rhythm My teeth would like their sayBut they are clenched togetherAnd my heart can’t do anything but poundSo with all that goingMy lungs think they should puff rapidlyTo match the chaosSo I have come homeOn this miserable dayAnd lit a candleAnd rubbed velvet earsAnd wrote a poemTo try to curb my rageWithout a liquid aidAnd I’m doing quite a bit betterEven if I can’t reconcile Who I am nowThe wind howlsAnd so do I At least the coyotes are curled up And silentIf you came here Expecting me to cheer you upAs alwaysPerhaps you should ask your jesterWhat you can do for them sometime It’s not always butterfliesI cannot force a grinI know my eyes are sadAnd my…