At the end of my day
I sit here and think of what to say but my mind has gone astray.
Words are jumbled, what nonsense!

So, I shut my eyes and try to calm myself.

With a snarky glance,
Oh man!!!
It’s fifty-five pass twelve.

I become restless.
What have I gained?

Nothing!!

DAmmit!! This is such a pain.

I pace, then a pause.
As I listen to a distant train.

But my dog’s snore snaps me right out of my hypnotic state.
With a smirk upon my face, I decide to take a break.

I head to the kitchen but the floor I feel is a little frigid.
So, I tiptoe quickly back to put on my yellow head Homer midgets.

My snug feet travel again.

Then I open the refrigerator door and scan through it
like the one eyed terminator.

I spot my pray.

AH HA! a FRESCA, the original citrus sparkling flavored soda.
Hmm, I think I’ll retreat quietly back to the room I deem my pagoda.

I sit and stare at my notebook and still have not written one word.
Shit! I feel like such a turd.

Staring into space, sipping, as the condensation of my glass is slowly dripping.
I tap my pencil, I think deep

Well hell!
I think I’ll just go to sleep.

01/22/2012

Posted on 01/22/2012
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