ode to a mood?

"Unthanked"

Tired sidewalks
cigarette butts in the creases
broken backs of lonely mamas
rocks mingle, and this surface
moved upon, unmoved
a poor man's sofa
rich man's treadmill
my ashtray

There are times in life when there's not enough Pink Floyd. Now, I imagine that's the wrong way to put it, so what would you listen to in a dark room alone to keep everything else inside of you quiet? Tonight I think of Floyd, and have none for the thought. I don't even have any liquor, which is only appropriate. Regardless, I'm in the mood to sit in the dark, plastered, and watch something glow. There should be a word for that need, as depressed isn't it, but it's something akin to anti Yoga: meditating down, treading water at the bottom of the pool, that sort of thing. Yang I suppose. (assuming Yin is the light half) I can only imagine such a craving to be healthy. It's a fatal misnomer to think that uplifting experiences are the only way to better one's morale. However, I'm not opposed to putting ambitions on hold, and with tomorrow being payday I might just get my wish. I'll let you know.