we wake with the funniest thoughts
I awoke with a pain in my wrist and
unending thoughts of unraveling
of the stagnant existence we all search
while young - how the desire we are
taught grows cancerous until there is
so little good left. i write this for you
my friend who wakes w/funny thoughts
& has no time for lunch, or time to sit
or times for cats or dogs: time limited
so we catch up in spurts: in lines drawn
across space: a life with purpose but
little meaning
