Friday, April 3, 2009

I'm Tired

Not asleep
sitting up, listening, seeing
but deep
in an unfocused, distant mode.
Eyes red,
rimmed with irritation, obligation,
need a bed,
peaceful rest far down the road.

Have to start
work piles, insistent, looming;
last part,
a final bit, a final run.
My heart,
irregular beats, jumps and starts,
an art,
taking it all, getting it done.

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