Winner of Writer's Cramp 15Sep20 |
This is a bleak September still the keeper of time makes my watch tick the room is empty my will is empty my phone is silent I don't have candy my toes hurt thoughts don't come easily but coffee still makes me smile I'd like my things to sparkle but I'm lazy labor is not appealing my grass grows tall neighbors mow it out of pity my soft bed sags from overuse My heart is weak I feel weird Like I have two brains one is dead and the other struggles my car is a trellis for vines to grow there's a nest of mice in piles of unopened mail my closet is inaccessible I need a shower who am I? I know I'm human I know I'm male and live in the Midwest I don't know but I think it smells like a dog in here I have dizzy spells and I enjoy them almost as much as drugs I'm old and poor my toes hurt my fingers hurt I'm hungry and thirsty I don't know why I live I only know that I do 40 Lines Prompt words: September, shower, smile, soft, sparkle
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