Been looking to start something else
Even though I have five hundred or so projects in the works.
Given all that, something new has caught my eye.
I wonder if I could squeeze it in if I sacrifice something else.
Nobody really needs to sleep, right?
Suddenly the color leached from the world around him
And nothing seemed to make sense
Depression is a bitch
Finding your food on the ground usually is a bad thing
And would be frowned upon picking it up and popping it into your mouth
Radishes and watermelons were there for the taking though
Making this one place where there was way more than the ten-second rule.
Hello there. I am glad you came today to look at my little poem
I hope you will come by tomorrow for a longer, more in-depth one
Leaving for the last minute is totally my style
And I usually can make it work
Then there is the time you know it is due tomorrow
Except it was due last week. Oops!
You open your mouth wide open
And nothing but air and odd noises escape
Whisking away a contagious bit of tiredness and projecting it into the world
Never ending as it spreads, until one day the whole universe falls asleep
So, I haven’t posted here for a couple of days
Of course, I hate when that happens
Really, I wanted to post, but I was burning the candle at both ends
Reaching a point where the words would not come
You can be assured I am sorry and will try to do better in the future.
And now a bonus poem/story…
She wanted to tell him she had been wrong in what she did
Or maybe not quite wrong, but maybe more mistaken
Reaching out, she cupped his cold face with her hands
Ready to finally apologize for what she had done
Yet she couldn’t though since he was already dead
Being sick is always sucky, especially when it’s your stomach and intestines
Listing there aimlessly, hoping for the internal torment to subside
And yet all you can do is moan and hope for a break in your condition
How many times can you count the bathroom tiles?
Submerged below tons of dirt and rock
Under the people scurrying like insects in metallic carcasses
Believers in mass transit meditated as their bodies gently swayed
Weaving their way through a complex anthill structure
And then regurgitated back up to the surface like zombies risen from the dead
Yearning for homes instead of brains
Puppies and kittens, batting their mittens
And all we can do is say awe
Watching them play, makes the sad go away
Shenanigans that help us guffaw