Thrown Into The Water

I'm a tired bore
Driving home from work
Every day
This traffic
My time
This grind
Wearing me away
Smooth like a pebble
In your hand
Throw me into the water
Watch the ripples
As I sink

When It Is Time To Sleep

I am tired but I do not wish to sleep.
I wish to stay up until my eyelids
fall down like bricks in a building
being demolished to make way for
a new strip-mall. I want to stay up
long enough to be able to hear the
sound of snores wafting through
the neighborhood like an out of
tune orchestra. I wish to stay up
because we waste so many nights
in pursuit of rest as the moon moves
across the heavens like her brother
during the day. I wish to stay until
my yawns begin to choke my mind
of the required oxygen, until I feel
my hands tire and my eyes begin
to tear. I wish to stay up until my
body can no longer tolerate the
whims of a tired mind.

routine

tired after work

so you

drown yourself in a glass

bury yourself in a book

smoke from a pipe

tune out with a tv

and just

do anything

to make everything

ok

long enough

to start again

in the morning

Tired Poem

This poem is tired.

It has no reason to be so tired

especially since it hasn't

done anything of worth yet.

This poem could use

a drink, or at least

some concrete

imagery. How about

the foaming white

of the waves

at the seaside

as they touch sand?

That's ok. It's not enough

to be tired yet.

In fact, this poem

is still pretty short.

Where is the narrative

or form?

A lumpy sack

of potatoes barely

counts as a form.

This poem is brimming

with untapped

potential. Let's face it-

this'll have to do.

The Tired Sigh of Submission.

hollow 

like bones gutted of

their marrow

Shaping Space

Sapped

Emptied

I pour myself into a chair

and try to find

whatever words remain


Tired

how tired

I've become

or has my spirit

exhausted itself

Many Lives

I will sleep
and forget you.

I will sleep
and forget myself.

I will sleep
and live another life.

I will sleep
and wander.

I will sleep
and emerge fully

formed from 
this chrysalis.

I will sleep
and wake 

far too soon
for my liking.

I will sleep
only to fall

asleep once
more here.