i’ve never been good at startings
and i’ve rarely been good at endings,
much preferring the middle,
oh the comfortable middle in which
thereisnobeginningandthereisnoending
thereisnostrivingandthereisnomoving
and it might start smelling from stagnation
so that i hate my position and wish for a change
but at least it will be a comfortably, horrible smell
bringing me an ironic smile in the contemplation
of its (andmyown) putrescence.