bored to tears,
I sit on the front porch and talk
to myself.
what the hell has happened.
how did life
come to a screeching halt.
there's a part of me that wants
to stir things
up, make some big changes,
and another part
that wants to crawl under the bed
and get away
from it all.
i'm in the middle of something.
i'm floating in the Saragossa sea.
stuck in the eye of a hurricane.
okay. you get the picture.
i'm neither here nor there on
almost everything.
I stretch and yawn in the hot
sun while
a cat comes up to me
to rub it's back against my
leg. she looks at me with
her wet green eyes
and sighs, meows.
yup, I tell her.
I know. I know.
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