Some days
The stories come to nothing
Worries pile up
Thoughts spin
And the whole business
of living
seems to be rusting
quietly
deteriorating
silently
striating pieces of my mind
like
they
might mean something
but they don’t
They
really
don’t
Nothing seems to be contained
built up into something of worth
At least when the housework is done
the house isn’t dirty
but the mind is swept
and swept
and yet
still fills with rubbish
bits of paper blown in
on an ill advised wind
The words that fell so easily just days ago
Now lie about listlessly
shivering now and then
as if they might make an effort
but
then
don’t
bother
can’t be
bothered
I hate it when the words don’t sing
and the magic seems put aside
not meant for you
anymore
and like a child
I sit slump shouldered
sulking
waiting
Perhaps it is this requirement that I have to juggle figures
Write letters
do
ordinary
things of business
which sends the words into doldrums
they snore
and cease to speak
I know!
I wish to say
I find it excruciating also
but until you lazy bone jack napes
get up and make yourselves pay
I have to do this
seal the envelope
place the stamp
add this column
all
the
way
down
to the bottom
Answer the phone
Deal
with
everyone
Catch up and chase my tail
Filing
Filing
Filing
Dying
Quietly
Inside
And the words
are devoid of beauty
When they do come
They ssssay ssssibilantly
“Whatssss the password?”
I DON’T KNOW
I CAN’T REMEMBER
WHY DOES EVERYTHING
HAVETOHAVEABLOODYPASSWORDTHESEDAYS???
andwhydoesithavetobemorethan9characterslongandhaveridiculousthingsIwillneverrememberinit?
Just to pass – let you through into another portal of doom and boredom
I hate paperwork
Yet I love paper
and words
……
I’ve just come back from pegging the washing on the line
The ground was hot
baking
the greenery
mostly
yellow trailing
wilting
I chose a red peg blue peg green peg white
and just as I smelled summer on the air
my mind began to write
and the words to fight
and jostle and cluster
so
it might just be alright
afterall
Lets hope so!
