in chicago once again, city same as always, eight
dollar sandwhiches and streets crowded with nothing and
everyone rushing to get it. we got lost, we didn't care,
then we did, then
we didn't.
well then we rode around on the el train for a while then
we got off and walked around
tired,
beers.
i repeat myself, i think it's all just repeating itself some times, i mean
i see new things, but it's not felt as new, it just feels like,
same stuff different day
what should i do to make it feel different, i don't know
i think i'm just running up a tab on life, some times
and i don't care, and i don't care to care, and
isn't that the same thing as dying,
some times i feel like it is
i want to finish something real, oh
well, maybe next sunday.
notes from a not-for-profit life. reader notes for poems: bold represents emotional thought, boldness; italics represent narrator-thought or God-thought.
1 comment:
there's only a few days sprinkled here and there in life that seem like a novelty, something new, and either it's an isolated incident, a party, a wedding, a day of firsts... or it's a day to begin new things. but the next day it's not new.
i like this post.
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