Stuck in that emotional meatgrinder...(Nov 7, 1998).
I'm not convinced you can choose whether or not to be depressed but I can
choose *where* to be depressed. This time, it was at a bar...
Loose Cannon
Weekend night
there's a cannon on the loose
lock and loaded by the bar
locked up inside
hiding
on a frightful self-righteous ride
loaded with false expectations
anticipations
confiding in allied spirits
chiding their trite irritations
armed with memories
insideous hopeful projections
infuriating regretful rejections
infused with passionate apologies
but all locked up inside
and loaded by the bar
I want to get that phone call
I know you aren't going to make
I want to think I'm in your dreams
though I know someone else lives there now
I want to see an unexpected forgiving smile
in an unplanned social encounter
I want to unload these torturous doubts
and unlock the feelings I have inside
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