here we go again

the man looked very
canine
as his lips peeled away from his teeth
to reveal a sharp smile.

my fatigue rains so hard that my
vision skips
like
self-induced bliss.
the more iron,
the more opposite the
effect.

every time you sit back and
sigh,
smile and agree with your innards,
that you're happy,
a turnstile smashes into your mood
and spins it upside down.

what do i want?
familiarity or joy.
certain catastrophe or
thoughts of what
could be.