At some point I've got to
hunker down. Start doing
the dishes again. Relearn
how to bathe, and when
without relying on visual
or olfactory cues. Laundry
always needs to get done, yet
somehow never just yet. I know
how it works, how to make
whole operations run. No dares
no bets no very best guess,
the procedure's all laid out
plain to one. Which is all
the majority I've got to best.
Knuckle down, knuckle down!
Make myself somehow
knuckle under to my own
tyrannical rule! Time
for teachable moments!
This servant of mine (who
is quite inconveniently also
a fool) must lean who boss
is, calling the shots. And why
we must all pull together
in spots. It's unfortunately not
a democracy. More fiat
self-rule, rejected
by veto, equally cool
and collected in ways
that nobody really needs
to see.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Sunday, January 24, 2021
hunker up
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