Irreverent Extras

It's the irreverent soda stain which irks me today swelling the wood milky white in a ring and satisfying that place in my brain's back pocket which daily refuses to be satisfied. Lipstick on the coffee cup at Waffle House - it isn't mine. Daily "free" newspapers wrapped in orange plastic skin which contain the little bits of chewed life of people that I shouldn't like to know. - I don't ask for it - it just shows up like clockwork, thrown from a passing van with a leaky exhaust. The mirror making sure that I see the new wrinkle on my forehead. - This isn't my face. At least, I don't think so. and my brain stuffs it's back pocket 'till overflowed. Soda stains and lipstick DNA and newspapers stacked with ads for new tires and bingo game pot luck dinner jubilees. And wrinkles. Plenty of wrinkles to dissatisfy my common sense and tell me that although I'd like a clean slate, to not be bogged down by extras, they are there irreverently facing me in the mirror every day. Someday soon, I've got to clean out my pockets.