Garbage is pretty great. Listening to
Counting Crows, David Garza, Magnolia,
Makes me rather sad, gets me in a mood
Where I feel discontented. Electronica!
Three semi old guys, Shirley Manson screams
In an orange jacket, mascara, brown hair
One yells back, spooky, music of dreams
Ethereal, I should be dancing, not sitting here,
Writing - there's no room to dance in my room!
Too many papers, things undone, the badness
Overtakes me again, the guilt, the gloom!
Tomorrow is New Years. I'll do it then.
    Maybe I should turn it down. It's rather late
    My head explodes and my body aches
 
 
 

the last line was stolen, appropriately enough, from a garbage song, Push