Wednesday, June 9, 2010

this is my star

waking up slowly today, partially unable to think while I gently sip my coffee. The mind races with things which resolve into nothing concrete enough to really form a post around so I start writing and now the reader knows how this has so far come to have been written.

this is my star
           bewildered and
     hanging over our
     heads
this is my star

I am slightly unnerved by thought. I am slightly unnerved by having to mow the lawn later today. I am slightly unnerved by voices traveling around the house at fifty-five mph. I am slightly unnerved by the squeak my shoes make from my habit of bouncing my leg instead of grasping it and crying out in pain. I am slightly unnerved by otherwise kind editors not letting me know if my work has been accepted or not. I am slightly unnerved by the plethora of poems that sit unfinished next to my IBM Selectric III. I am slightly unnerved by the adversaria that my cork board has become.

this is my star
           vainly wishing and
     wishing on planets
     and suns
this is my star

- Hoc Scripsi

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