Miscellany: Bad Poetry
Friday, June 11, 2010
On one hand
the crowds are here and growing
in desperation i will
scour and scrape the depths of my desk
for nourishment to keep
from going outside into the fray
kashi bar + smoked almonds = lunch

on the other hand it is friday
the end of a strange and
wonderful week
in which legends were fixed in our minds
and during which
i coughed and coughed seemingly without end
screw you, lungs

to delete the voice mails
ignore the inbox
pause for a moment, quiet the mind
may take herculean effort
but somehow i think i'll manage
from my sun-spotted seat on the screen porch
where the dog is cuddly and i am blessed