my mood is my friend
she comes for coffee
and anything mood altering
energy drinks, taurine
she and i smoke pot
and laugh hysterically into the night
and cry when we turn down the lights
whispering our stories
we are almost alike
except i like to be alone sometimes
and sometime she overstays her welcome

but we make popcorn
and hot chocolate
and complain about our buddha bellies
and she is agoraphobic too
and allergic to shopping malls
or else we would be out buying things
like mirrors and nailpolish and picture frames
frames for all the unfinished paintings

nothing ever is finished
and the mood never feels quite right
but she will laugh anyways at times late at night
until it turns into tears

and then when i have sent her away
and i am numb in fetal position
there is no one, not even my true love
who could bring me back into my own skin--

my mood is my friend
as crazy as she has been--
we have an understanding
a secret language
she fills me up
with color
my body a vessel
for her water--

i am not sure what i am saying
but i really can't do without her
as much as i sometimes despise her
it isn't really so--

just anger
and she is good
in a silent rage,
she lets the bats out of my belly