samedi 28 mai 2011

fishing


i tell my doctor i'm in pain
and she tells me to see
a psychiatrist

the room is 7 x 7 x 10
there's a door but i
can't open it

somewhere there's a net
being tied together
to catch fish

and a marathon
will take place at dawn
but there are no runners

my body is tired of
living out this rat race
of pain

it wants to swim
out to sea and sink
but it won't make it

somewhere the crickets
have started to flood
the night with sound

somewhere a dogwood
is covered with a parasite
and doesn't bloom

a dog barks
a door opens
a fish is caught

i'm sitting here without
hope because hope
left long ago

shall i eat pizza
listen to jazz
fish for poems

shall i say thank you
for what was once
a meaningful life

pain takes everyday issue
with modest undertakings
like bathing or breathing

pain takes away the
last ounce of goodwill
you have for yourself

a lawnmover starts
gets louder and
softer across the street

the sun is shining and
everybody's up and at 'em
with joy and thanksgiving

i tell my doctor i'm in pain
and she tells me to see
a psychiatrist

the room is 7 x 7 x 10
there's a door but i
can't open it

2 commentaires:

Sewful Artistic Creations a dit…

I felt every word of this poem - beautifully expressed.

Moineau En France a dit…

thank you, sister. xoxooxox