Cabin Fever

Suburban Missle Crisis

12/8/08

I feel nothing but tall today.
Angular and circular in frame.
I'm trying to get happy
but instead I find myself
not getting drunk instead.
Is it something I ate?
Is it the girl I miss,
the one I hate,
or is it the one I'll never see?
This is the end of my height.
This is the reclusion of my might.
Here I am, slipping deeper
into myself again,
where I am safe.
I'm locked in and locked away.
No one called me so I got a cell phone.
Now no one calls me
and I'm still alone,
searching for ways to get back up again.
My confidence needs to mend
and it needs to know when
to know me better.