Friday, April 17, 2009

Poetry: Monotony

Poem #17 for the poetry pledge drive is brought to you by the tedium of routine, inspired by another long drive on the 118. It needs considerable tweaking, but I'm tired and my pillow is calling.


I could cherish the familiar more
If it didn't involve wasting away
Endless hours traveling
In the same circles. How many
More times

Will my tires turn on the corner?
All the things I wash will be dirty
Again soon enough. I will climb

Into the tub with a bottle in hand
To clean the things I clean with. I will drink

My weight in water, eyes swimming,
Teeth floating. I will sweep away dead
Leaves that will come back, faithful
Dogs with their sticks.

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