How can an innocent looking Even a healthy appearing cookie That promises gluten free All natural and everything that goodness represents kind of cookie Attack my head like this? How is this even fair And yet during those first few Innocent nibbles I felt something at the back of my head whispering Wait Not sure Could be an IED disguised as a health filled snack item So all night Trading off ice packs which have Grown warm For new eyeball freezing ones And all day swallowing Pill after pill I try to creep towards normal Usually 4pm brings some relief And I'm waiting now So I can venture outside And brave the cruel sun Best of all I see my doctor Tomorrow So she can tell me I'm just using the pills For the buzz I wish she could feel this Even a little bit
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The end of the week holds bone deep relief I can let down Stop pushing forward And upward And sink back and down Feet up Relax The end of the week Holds promise of Laziness and indolence And wallowing in Nothing at all The end of the week Is what I wait for All day Every day No matter how much I love my work What I love more is The end of the week I sit under a scrawny tree Which offers a bit of shade Little brown birds peck near my feet Sun warms my back Traffic noise to the front Still a small island Of public privacy I'm whiling away time On a day filled with whiling away And relish the breeze Warm on my cheek Later I'll deal with problems Solving or teaching how And will knit my brow As I hear stories of pain But right now A slice of contentment As I wait For my meeting Waiting for my students No problems please There is no more time It must happen now Please don't make me fail you Do the work So we can all go home happy |