Video Wednesday: Somedays

Poem about the enormous boredom of everyday life.

Some Days

Some days I get very tired

of thinking of old friends who

can no longer think back of me. So

I dream of brushing back the dirt

from their faces or trying to

‘Elmer’ together a million

lost ashes and somehow

getting their clocks to

tick toward the future again

even for a day even

if it’s one of mine.

Some days I get very tired and

need cocoon of car wrapped

tight around my

amorphous form.

Mind and body one

unfortunate Caucasian Jell-O

with forces of form

entirely external.

 

Some days I get very tired

of knowing what I know and

knowing what I know

I will know forever and

wishing I could forget

some of what I know and

knowing if I forget

I will not know I forgot and

Some days I get very tired

of that.

 

Some days I get very tired

of thinking of old friends who

will not think back of me. So

I mimic their form or

impersonate their voice to

rearrange past tragedy.

Some days I get very tired

of trying to

scratch out a poem from the

enormous boredom of

everyday life and read in the

paper instead of

90mph-man who chooses

bridge abutment as

ombudsman.

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