Sunday, January 6, 2008

Tired

Tired

My stomach is uneasy with hunger
My left eye is twitching
It's signaling that I should get some rest
Too bad I phail at sleeping

A knot in my back
Haunts my movements
Like a ghost it disappears
and reappears to discourage my progress


I knew today's poem was gonna be weak since I totally just wanna go straight to bed. I was thinking that I could drag up a poem I wrote at WC a few years ago but I couldn't find it and so I'll save it for a later date. There have been a few engagements around here recently so I have an idea around that theme but I'm too tired to develop it at the moment. I'm just writing that in here so I don't forget. K, sometimes my poems are pure fabrications but seriously, I'm tired.

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