Cares and Anxieties

I feel the cares and anxieties drift away
That shower I needed I suddenly care no more about
I forget the other care I forgot about
And that supper just doesn’t matter so much anymore
Them bacon and them eggs
Oh the poet digs into them bacon and them eggs
And them bacon and them eggs is real good and the poet forgets to write
Care and anxiety lift off of my being as a fog rises off a stagnant pond
And the stagnant pond algae begin growing
And soon it would seem you are a stagnant pond
Say it with me
Stag-nant
This algae is the necessary tip of the iceberg here
So he is just a man eating them bacon and them eggs
Them bacon and them eggs is high in cholesterol
Stagnantation seems to start from the brain and then to the veins
But who am I to say
Stagnant monkey brains
My roommate is a mind reader and his sounds insinuate his displeasure of my poetry
Am I being trite here?
I don’t mean to be anything but poetic, my dear reader
A stream once, but cut off
My waters dammed
Digging into them bacon and them eggs
My veins became still and trickling
Cares and anxieties radiate like heat off of still and trickling veins
Until they are cold
Then the waters rise til the levee breaks
Stagnant no more as it rolls downstream carving it’s new devastating path
The body seizes
Life existing in the death itself
So no death
Except for that of a stagnant pond mind body
Cares and anxieties