inspired by the first line which is a title of a chapter in John Irving's Son of a Circus... i thought it was catchy.
Depression comes after lunch.
After the noontime babble
of high-strung artificially induced glee
of raining streamers and desperate voices
flooded by shrieks and screams
of audiences coming to life
or dying down
in gesture of a hand
you cannot see from your tv.
Excitement dies down,
leaves you hanging,
clamoring not to be left alone again.
It quiets down and you’re left to cope
to escape the sudden unnerving silence
by randomly flicking your remote
caring it seems for nothing
but to bring it back
to that noisy state of idiocy.
------ "...yesterday is only a dream, tomorrow, but a vision..."