Day: December 27, 2010

where has all the time gone?

poetry

maybe you’ll have cats
just to mask the smell
of the dead bodies
buried somewhere
in your cluttered home

you’ll blame your short
breath on the asthma
when really the child
inside you wont let you take
the medicine for your
corroded
heart

and the last time i saw you
you grew cold in my arms
and no love could be enough
to fill your acidic chest

not mine,
at least.

on mostly flat land. a book about postmodernism challenges your thoughts on this, the first day in 5 you haven’t killed yourself exercising because the break is over and you’re back at work. so if you want to keep up the mileage you have to do something drastic. painful even. to most people, downright stupid.

poetry

and thats how you found yourself
awake at 5:30 in the morning
freezing to a shake in your shoes
wondering if you have what it takes
to find joy in the sleep deprivation
and the strenuous endlessness of the
road ahead as you ignore red lights
and head for the hills hoping to
return before the sunrise.