and so on, et cetera,
much more, too, goodnight.
need a bowl of curry, maybe set my soul alight
a crushing weak or working, what?
I cannot apply
much to do for mushy matter
I too often fry
Tag: poem
poem: searching for something to get into
searching for something to get into
to trance state for pay
and of course respect
maybe that most of all
problems are a plenty
solutions falling through
poem: pictures of applicants
pictures of applicants
fill up my hard drives
but never do get past the screen
i’m rather thorough
my therapist tells me this
so i think, hey, must be true.
poem: fill, fill, fill, fill, fill, fill, fill, fill,
fill, fill, fill, fill, fill, fill, fill, fill,
and rest
reset
and
fill, fill, fill, fill, fill, fill, fill, fill
poem: avoiding the inevitable
avoiding the inevitable
closeted away
hiding from the basest of the basics
potato bug
self-obsessed cockroach, and so forth
poem: except it’s sinister to cheat and lie
except it’s sinister to cheat and lie
in favour of
the rules and regulations set
by those who are in charge
matching up to thoughtful phrases conjuring the scene
poem: lots of light touches there, all wiped away
lots of light touches there, all wiped away
with the frozen rain carrying on through the night
big sack of sweets await me and my sweetie-pie
best chance of news — at least per my alibi
