sooner or later

 



some days are just a
f**king mess

nothing has had to have
happened

nothing has gone
wrong

you just wake up
          and there it is

staring into you face
     like a big slobbering
mutt

and your favorite
   breakfast cereal is
shit
            
the sun visiting through
 your kitchen window means
shit

the attractive person you
   pass on the street means
shit

it sits there in the vagaries
of time

quiet and
still

like an offending
tumor

a mastodon frozen in
            the ice of Siberia

waiting
waiting
waiting

never tiring

   never leaving
 
    neither interested
 
         nor dispassionate

it finds us
all

sooner or
later