components of a good final week
can’t forget the cold, emergen-c
vitamins, minerals, yadda yadda
a stack of papers, but wheres the one I need?
words coming together, can’t remember where to put them
puzzling over puzzles I’ve created in my lack of decision
(indecision) procrastination and late nights, or early mornings
or none of the above
taking a minute to relax (has never been a problem) but taking a minute to plan ahead, well
always list making but never plot making.
where are my friends, busy too, caught in their own vortex
pencil lead flying and ink stains on fingertips
crumpled drafts tossed and missed in dented trash cans
strangely crafted playlists, mix tapes, discovering music best suited for
angsty key stomping or delicate letter writing, depending on my mood.
it will escalate a little further and then burn out, leaving a strange taste.