[2005-01-10]_8:06 a.m.
fatigue
for lack of motivation
my exigence for the written
has been on holiday
unlike the rest
my body
my mind
these have been very trying times
bullets in air
smaking all my hopes
with a thwack
resounding again
and perhaps I have a problem
of capitalistic proportions
and alcoholic origin
because I can feel the burn
I can taste the burn
and I cannot imagine my house
as it stands
for I rarely visit the place
called home
and vainly ponder
why I put forth anything into it
when it seems that my home
is the bottom of a glass
high up in the air.