having given up
my whole world is so scattered
the basement and the attic
the air has changed, my office is
a war zone, and more than ever
I’ve been picking my nose
I still drink cold coffee,
though I’ve decided to give up smoking
at least until the new year
that starts next week
I stare in out to nothing
at the floor, ’round the room,
out the window for three hours
waiting for someone, something
to come and start me flowing
once again
I’ve wanted to get back to reading, I’ve
known that I’ve stopped reading, my life
has sunken and dedynamicized to a solemn
sleeping stagnation, and it’s overly bored
and boring, writhing illishly before the tv
Tags: books, Joseph Greenwood, Pipe Etchings, by Joseph Greenwood
