Enough!

dead tired from work, fell asleep in my chair. woke up with a start; dreaming of sex, and death, and the ten thousand things i worry about, but cant change. get up, sweep the floor, pour a cup of coffee, stare out the window... night falling over the trees like an anvil. who am i? a scarecrow with a cardboard heart, an adjustable wrench, broken, and discarded. a candle melted down, a doorbell that doesnt work anymore! an aching back... a set of lips in a jar. a sign thrown in the street when the goon squad came... saying: 'Stop The Wars! ' an iron barred teepee built over silent ground, bones scattered and buried by the layers of time. enough! a shot of brandy, curl up with a book... spirit and flesh, and whispering ghosts!