Thursday, March 6, 2008

there is no smoking today

or work
or money
or photos
there is too much madness
too much time to think about that
and of course
there is the silence
of laying in bed
with all of it
on a thursday afternoon
too tired to try
to think
to care
to love
too beat up to wonder
to pray
to feel anything more than this
there are no pictures of fire hydrants spraying
or children dancing
there are no butterflies
or tangerines
there is only me
in this bed
in this chair
starring in an unforgiving mirror
and i am here
not smiling or caring much
too much life
and time
to think about that
too much,
but never enough.

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