partone

perhaps it's the pain
the small squinting of the eyes
and the ever relentless buzz

the thought of stringing words
becomes chore.

alas, alas.

the pessimist speaks:
dirty.
hot.
tired.
dull.
worn.
displeased.

here, here...behold the optimist
in all her creative prime:

solitaire.
bright.
music.
satisfied.
emotions.
full.

again, the battle in my brain. indeed, indeed.

yet how to respond?
where do you go from here?

bemused:
slightly incoherant ramblings
thoughts from one to another
reluctant to be received
in their sluggish haze
of confusion and humid days.

how cliche.