Again, something old; inspired by Bokowski, mild depression, sleep deprivation, and tequila. It was a rare time so don't expect any similar postings.
I watched for a long time
and waited.
Disinterested
but invidious.
Never thought to think, to stay motivated.
Never wanted anything, save everything.
Four A.M
Something on t.v., turned to low to hear.
Im writing this
thinking maybe you will read
and partake, with me,
in sour grapes.
But you're better then that
and I know it.
So I'll aspire to make good
on presentimental successes
and maybe, just maybe
even you won't hang on too high a vine.
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