| ode for the weary maybe you are having some kind of trouble today -- an expense you didn't plan for and don't know how you'll pay or a car that breaks down and must be towed away the chaos and uncertainty of that or merely things going badly one small catastrophe after another until you can't take anymore. perhaps you are unhappy trapped in an intolerable situation but you must carry on as if everything were okay because if you didn't you couldn't live with yourself. so you keep it all inside and it eats at your core like an acid. maybe you have just had enough and then some until you can't take it any longer not one more thing not another word. and then you see it coming at you more trouble on the way. |
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| full of it sometimes, when I really think about myself, it occurs to me that I am completely and totally full of shit. |
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| from Lunch Hour Poems, Bottle of Smoke Press, 2004. | |||||