long way to go to find nothing

 

waiting for today to
arrive

         it did

I do the same for
tomorrow

        much like riding a
        train and looking
        out the window
        into empty movie
        theaters

my coffee is lukewarm,
vicious and
resentful

        the eggs are bored
        and uninterested in
        the fork or toast

I am tired

...and think of the
       art of Peter Max

...the poetry of
        NikaTurbina

...the music of
         Antonio Salieri

find the shadow deep
within myself

                       and sleep