Sunflower Blog

Thoughts on the Passing Week

There aren't enough cigarettes in the day.
Piles of leftover ash, fallen like snow,
Across the coffee table, of necessary clutter.
I sit in slow motion, obsessed with the mundane.

Layers of dog hair, so many wisps in the breezes,
Waving about, but not giving in to release,
Stuck, until the vacuum cleaner sucks some of it away,
Then I pet my dogs, and it all begins again.