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.

full of it

sometimes,
when I really think
about myself,
it occurs to me
that I am
completely and
totally full
of shit.
from Lunch Hour Poems, Bottle of Smoke Press, 2004.
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