repeet

[the dreadful hours]

the dawn breaks again
the clock hollering at me again
the cat clawing at my feet again
the small of my back aching again
the neighbor is banging his girl again
the day is under way again

but then again
i have nowhere to go

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Why do you write poetry that is ALMOST not completely horrible? Pick a side.

[the dreadful hours]

the tale of my life
when it is told
will be as it has been
laced with unmet expectations
right up to
the tail of my life