inability
that halo of
inactivity
but here
let me just pull
one poem idly
from my eye.
the dying cough
of the creative
must still create.
inability
that halo of
inactivity
but here
let me just pull
one poem idly
from my eye.
the dying cough
of the creative
must still create.
i am sleep
at the edge
of waking
walking eyeless
muddled mind
pushed by
necessity.
Tiredness
is an emotion
like hate
Directed inward
it is much
more quiet
than hate
for it hates
itself.
I watched her sigh
as she rubbed her temples
Her eyes had lines
And I left
wondering who I’ll be
when the edges of my eyes cleft
May I not be tired
Dear lord, may I not be tired