Anxious dreams
waking frustrations translated by
ill fitting footwear and slacks
an increasing inability to create pleasing pairs
a throb – an ache
the indication of an impending low
perhaps reaching the level of no return
no more good mornings, no more pleasant afternoons
this blameless condition
- lacking all sense of upheaval -
has paralyzed me
stealing the last traces of hope.
JMG
4.22.09
April 22, 2009
Lately
November 13, 2008
On the Verge of my 26th Birthday
tick, tick, tower
my luck is crumbling to make room for progress
perception skipping a broken tune
early rising to early riser
this is it, now
bloated reality punctured by tiny pin pricks
each held by individual emotions
“enough!” they repeat,
but it’s still the opposite.
11.13.2008
JMG
