for Thomas Pynchon
It’s just a low serotonin sorta day
The kind you wish would
temporally vanish & just go away
The kind you want to pass like
A rainstorm’s dripping ass
It’s just
a low serotonin sorta day.
You don’t watch the news
Cause that hurts your molars
You can’t walk outside cause
You’re scared of strollers a-and
When they walk by
You know what they say?
“Lord, Lord — it’s just
another low serotonin day.”
[suggestions on guitar chord changes welcome]
Thomas N. Dennis 