Easter-April 1st

Today,

My cousin got out of the hospital...

Joy and Terror surround me...

Will I always be this lonely...

Will I always be sane in an insane world...

What kind of sanity Is that then...

I walk,
      to the store,
                and put a two twenty-five down...
For another beer.

Is life chaotic,
             Certainly.

I want a friend, but not a roomate.

And when the edges meet, do the pieces mate?