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batten down the hatches.
why is January here content with being so dreadful?
soggy socks and dry skin almost sway my gray-brown indifference.
I am waiting.
Hiding out in armchairs in pale, empty computer light. (if only it could supply vitamin D...)
Hiding out in bleach-cleaned gym showers counting hours until sleep.
And then,
I'm hiding out in ships sailing my subconscious,
tattered sails steering me around rogue waves of past occurrences.
dreams of alcohol and warm skin touching warm skin, despite ocean spray...
and then,
I wake up
hung-over from my dreams.
my morning routine promoting
a buzzing restlessness,
God is watching.
The coffee is cold and my skin is dry.
And I am still waiting,
Hiding out in my indifference.[/font]
soggy socks and dry skin almost sway my gray-brown indifference.
I am waiting.
Hiding out in armchairs in pale, empty computer light. (if only it could supply vitamin D...)
Hiding out in bleach-cleaned gym showers counting hours until sleep.
And then,
I'm hiding out in ships sailing my subconscious,
tattered sails steering me around rogue waves of past occurrences.
dreams of alcohol and warm skin touching warm skin, despite ocean spray...
and then,
I wake up
hung-over from my dreams.
my morning routine promoting
a buzzing restlessness,
God is watching.
The coffee is cold and my skin is dry.
And I am still waiting,
Hiding out in my indifference.[/font]
Published 14th Jan 2010
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18th Jan 2010 5:03am
Your ability to capture the mundane is once again shown here. However, you sent me on a wild journey as soon as the third stanza began and I couldn't stop reading. I love the line "I wake up
hung-over from my dreams." Such a true feeling.
hung-over from my dreams." Such a true feeling.
18th Jan 2010 5:16am
I thought that it was appropriate to describe that feeling as a hangover...my days have been blending into one another. Sometimes, I can't remember whether certain insignificant happenings were real or dreams...
It's unnerving.
Thank you for the comment.
It's unnerving.
Thank you for the comment.
4th Aug 2014 3:22am
Fell onto this through the "Random Poem" thingy, and I feel like I scored. I like the contrast between the outer indifference and the inner conscience that drifts into other worlds from the comfort of its stable refuge.
