Still Life Instead of Housework
I feel half mad and half asleep
always on the edge of dreams
left unfinished, unraveling,
coming apart at the seams
I'm self-conscious and startled
wondering if you heard that too
Was it her laughter, or windchimes
or just ice cream coming through?
The sound of ice cream vendors,
tinkling, cheerful, tunes
brings the smell of 50/50 bars
melting on hot cement afternoons
I'm so filled with memories
and so lacking in motivation
dizzy with daydreaming
in perpetual somnambulation
I think I'd feel better
if had any faith in my senses
but I'm blurring past and future
in my lack of present tenses
I'm frustrated at what goes undone
when I'm always feeling tired
and caffeine won't slay the to-do list
but I'm amusing when I'm wired
April 19, 2008
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