Tuesday, August 4, 2009

enough to do
without the uncertainty
of result--

the moment dead
with only a dull summer moon
inching across my immobility

while I await the outcomes
of occasions I'd forgotten I'd
initiated in dim expectation

of advantageous apocalypse--
even my spirit mind lacks strength
and hands enough to hold at bay

what rains down--while I waste the day
running around as if juggling watermelons

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

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