Monday, November 26, 2007


some days you find the stench
in your mental existential trench
some days are like shoveling dirt
heavy wet dirt until your arms hurt
fall days can be sweet
the cool air makes
pie and coffee
a treat
but these gray skies
make me want
to accept defeat
my body aches
from my arms down to my feet
and it seems like

the cloud filled days
are stuck on repeat
this too shall pass
becomes your mantra

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