Skettios, or Forget About It

Skettios, or Forget About it

Posting to colleagues and FB friends

lifts me out of depression  each day

like jogging or I guess yoga might

could, & playing piano or coloring.

I just now read that picky eaters as

small  children tend to develop

emotional if not mental illness later

in life.

                      

       Skettios, or forget about it.

My heart sinks as I scroll down the

facebook offerings.  Dread. Angst.

Burning under the breast bone.

Kafka’s K—wondering and wandering

thru the city what his guilt was how

come it is I feel so bad.  So I write

something, anything—profound if

possible, oracular or at least witty—

punch it in, maybe  a couple or more

and I feel better. It makes me feel

better. I feel better already.  Liberal

Art.