I miss this book
After an insightful day, I suddenly find myself in a black mood just as its time to post. I am worried about money, behind on my tasks, not moving physically NEARLY enough, and I miss the Starbucks journal with an almost physical ache. I haven't been there since rehearsals started.
the black dog has me
i cannot sit imprisoned
staring, typing, still
hot sluicing water,
a stretch, toothpaste, dreamless sheets --
standing's a relief
not a good day, my
body says -- no jumps, no twists,
no recess, gym, play
1 comment:
But still a poet and, heh, you can't be on full power and dynamic every minute of the day!
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