I Am The Pentagon of Anger and Sadness Because My Music Says So

Funny
how summer sometimes
steers you off course and
off track
and this
must be
what it feels like
lying on your left side…
trying
tirelessly to sleep.
My temp was 96.4
so I laid down
and closed my eyes
and a parade of imps
inside my head
said take-a-sniff…
I smelled
what
smelled like
coffee.
Not a care
anywhere.
Just that warm sunny glow.