this baby jukebox

I’ve read as much Faulkner as I can take today
And now I’m pist
Keep finding myself in a cell
Enclosed.
Now I have a leash attached.
A few things to pacify
These seeds dipped in bourbon.
This baby jukebox.
waylon.
BRMC.
Mr. Paycheck..
And the shine of the sun.
All these buttons do these things.
But to push to carry away.
Now that’s a button.
Carry me to the bodhi tree.
So I can just sit.
And listen
And wait.
And wait.
And wait.