I should have gotten up.
Just five more minutes I said
I hit the snooze button
and rolled over in bed.
All I need is five more minutes.
So I went back to sleep instead.
Day: May 22, 2009
poetry is so blooming selfish
poetryi wrote into the void
words meant to create
feelings in you i myself
no longer wished to feel
hoping my vomit would
relieve my ache
and somehow what i rejected
would disgust you.
and as you cleaned yourself
of my refuse
i’d feel better knowing i was
no longer alone
Haiku
poetrySunshine envelops
but for one last time today;
the night is coming.
…And away from home we stray
’till at last we find an old, quaint place
to gather near, and all but pray.
To garner our good graces
in between us, all together
and truly decide, one and all
to wait out foul weather
rather than attempt to sally forth
in to certain disaster.
Rain comes from the east
the tents are staked solidly
We will sleep in peace.
the sieve and the sand 