shopping the aisles of experience!!!

i got a haircut the other day;
okay, i got all of them cut.
it didn't help.

maybe if i listen to "the gambler"
over and over, it'll sink in,
it'll help.
BRB?

well, i just listened to "the gambler"
76 times in a row. it didn't help.

i turned down the cereal aisle and remembered my dream.
in my dream i bought KIX, and ate them, and was happy.
this is significant that i remembered this, now
i thought.
obviously i'm trying to tell myself something
but refusing to listen, to myself.

i won't refuse to listen any longer;
these KIX that i'm going to get are going to turn everything
around for me. although, they might not even HAVE kix,
i realized.
i bet that's the real lesson in all of this:
destroyed, ruined, irony,
learning.

they had kix; i bought them.
they didn't help.

fruit-roll-ups, i thought,
in the juvenalia aisle.
i'll get those too.
at home i unwrapped three, hell maybe even four,
and rolled them into 1 giant
mega-blunt fruit-roll-up.
it also
didn't help.

no, sometimes what you need
is the right knee attached
to the right
personality
(and under
your hand)
and you can't get this
everywhere or
at all

(and when you're limited
to the sad budget of your
worth
but still with eyes
to see)

i bought a new pillow,
extra firm.
details to come.