sigh.

sigh.
my brain is fried.
it tries to find
some kind
of sense,
but it relents
to foggy-
mindedness,
the boggy
pond of wot-the-fuck.
- i'm out of luck.
my mind won't play
today. i may
as well shut down,
release a frown,
embrace the crazy
(hazy as it be)
and free the freak
inside.
my brain is fried.