why am i so old?
knees what say you?
and back?
allergies dripping out of
my nose out of my eyes
onto my shirt because
i didn't think to take a tissue.
there's all this pain in me
from years of waiting
or just bearing up
with a kind of Canadian pleasntry
and my head some
kind of crowded closet
cluttered with
no particular idea
no coherency in there.
does one get a day off for
feeling old in the bones
old in the heart
old in my feet?
This is a blog of some poetry I wrote at different times. Mostly it's about my broken heart.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
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