A Plan For Victory

I pull myself up
Off my mattress
And stumble
To the bathroom

Hoping for success
I stand
At the toilet
And wait

Afterward
I turn to the medicine cabinet
And grab for some painkillers
To help remove the knife
From the middle of my back

Then, I make my way
Through my freezing apartment
(Stopping only to turn on
the money grubbing heater)
And enter my kitchen

There, my only purpose
Is to get the coffee on
As quickly as possible

While the coffee brews
I push on to my computer
Push the start button
And wait
Once again
Hoping for success

Online
I peruse the news
And my email

10 Americans killed in Iraq
1000th execution in the US
3,000,000 dead from Aids last year

Tibetan monks arrested
For refusing to denounce
The Dalai Lama

Australian hanged in Singapore
For trafficking in heroin

Belgian woman suicide bomber
killed in attack
On American troops in Iraq

And George Bush's new Plan for Victory

My tongue feels
For the abscess
In my mouth

I think of the work hours I lost
And the reprimand I received
Because I misread the letter
Sent to me by my boss

Fear of Alzheimer's
Creeps in
And depression
licks It's hungry lips
At the edges of my mind

Desperately searching
For a pacifying idea
To help pull itself up
My mind conjures Job

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