Posted in miscellaneous, original

Stale

It’s Friday and I should be excited

But I’m up early instead of being asleep

Under the covers of my blanket

Keeping warm from the cold rain

I’m up preparing breakfast

Drinking coffee

Eating stale crackers

To fill my belly.

The warmth of the coffee comforts me

And the staleness of the crackers is somehow welcoming

Posted in life, original

Such A Chore

When did love become a chore?

When did effort became so tiresome?

When did happiness became scarce?

Music suddenly sounds stale

Nothing is making sense.
You drag your feet but get nowhere 

And everything around you is darkness
When did these fall apart?

When did everything became such a chore?

Posted in original

Flat

no curves, no turns, dead straight and plain flat

not a winding road, not a curly hair, not a crease

or any trace of activity

just plain and simple and flat-out

that’s it, that’s all

no design, no majestic or grand entrance

as quite as can be

simply flat and that’s that

unnoticeable, unlikely, forgettable

simple, stale, boring —– flat

nothing more, most likely less

but that is that