dinner is done
and i sit here
fiddling.
looking, searching, twitching
for my nightly habit
not finding you,
i pick up a pebble
and let it fly
while my mind
skips over everything
with hardly
any interest
my eyes flick
left and right
as my mind invents
reasons and rationalizations
to get rid of this splinter
poking, prodding
it refuses to abate
till i have you
in my sight
you are a nightly habit
and habits are broken
much harder
than they are made
i come back
each night,
wanting you
to grant me some respite.
4 comments:
um, do you usually find pebbles after dinner while you're just sitting there twitching?
where'd you find that splinter?
tch tch. such a philistine.
dinner is done
i go to some place with pebbles
and i sit here
here being the place of pebbles.
capice ?
sounds very profound. the place of pebbles.
you are very perceptive
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