Throwing decisions over my shoulder

Grains of salt to the fates

Waiting and watching and working

I can’t concentrate

On the weight of these days.


Brooding inside me, in my neurosis,

All the pieces fit,

Falling into my obsessions,

The passions I won’t submit

And who will acquit me in my guilt?


One day more, one more week,

And I know how to fight

Addiction with distraction

Ignore what incites

But I’m not contrite enough

to marathon.



Darken the lights and dim the senses,

These days are long, and senseless,

Feel the same old something different,

Something deliberate or irreverent

To break the ice and crack the dam

Or wash away what I am.

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