dialing down rage
in the shrink’s waiting room, in a big comfy chair,
white noise machine cranked up full blast with
new age flutes floating out of Bose speakers
strategically placed to get wired up guys like
me calmed down, chilled out before entering
the sacred temple of mental and spiritual
restoration. they need me a bit numb before
beginning the session, actually eased off the
ledge of discontent upon which I’m generally
perched. And I gotta say, the waiting room
ambience generally does the trick, considering
I always charge in the joint pretty raged up by
the shit ass world we’ve created for ourselves
here on this spinning ball of galactic madness.
but when he opens the door, smiles and
motions me in, I’m quite mellowed out, in the
groove, ready for self-exploration with an eye
on improving my mental approach to all things
extant, though I know ten minutes after I leave,
driving home, I’ll be cursing out other drivers
and the universe itself. maybe I’m just addicted
to the insanity of it all and can’t really let it go.
maybe I don’t want peace, after all. and why
do you think that? he asks. and so, it begins.
Paul Lojeski was born and raised in Lakewood, Ohio. His poetry has appeared online and in print. He has published the satirical novel, The Reverend Jimmy Pup. He lives in Port Jefferson, NY.