week 257 ~ something’s cracked the toxins come oozing out

something’s cracked the toxins come oozing out
I wonder if it’s like an oil change
where all the sludgy brain matter and strange
ideas will drain into a pit (I doubt
it) and I’ll be refilled with a sunny
disposition no longer the kind of
person who would doubt that happiness love
and contentment were created for me
I watch the full moon its light leaking fast
be eclipsed then reborn in a red glow
from nearly nothing and I want to know
when is my fill-up coming and if past
sins have been atoned for will I now dream
of life more beautiful than it would seem

originally written in Rio 2007, revised