Saturday, March 10, 2018

Four

I'm not very good at this,
I'm so far behind
Crumpled on my tiny bed
Like last summer's green
How can I find rest and peace
By surrendering the search?
I just want to do it right
So I'm not very good at this.

No comments:

How do I lose myself?

I am not easily misplaced Or forgotten, Arriving as I do Before even the curtains draw And that first morning jug boils, Bleary, yes Grudgin...