Sunday Offerings by Mark Maxeycoldness from outside seeps in
gathered around my feet as a waiting pet
I want to reach down and caress it
stillness is thick upon the air
written words typed upon the screen
seem heavier than the trapped smoky air
assimilated thoughts try to glue themselves together
which don’t seem to happen tonight
another misused opportunity to write
a glass of wine, a single cigarette mixed with time
but no use…it’s not working
01/16/2005 Posted on 01/17/2005 Copyright © 2024 Mark Maxey
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