Friday, March 25, 2011

my time, wisely

my time, wisely
used
- means nothing,
to me. But the waste of it
pulls, like a blade
coming free

from the skin of my life
- then at night, sinking in
with a plunge, comes the knife

as the new days
begin.
at

1 comment:

  1. Tess KincaidMarch 28, 2011 at 6:29 AM

    You've described this feeling perfectly.

    (my word verification was "ovensob" by the way)

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