Monday, September 22, 2014


I sleep the day away,
canceling plans and not
awakening accept to urinate.

Getting out of bed is pushed
into 2nd shift assistant’s shoulders.

We watch real-estate TV.
No one selects my favorite house in Austin,
although another seller smartly avoids
buying in rape-friendly DC neighborhood.

Overdue words taunt me,
but the muse remains missing
until almost after my desired bedtime.

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