These are the thoughts of a Texas transplant in West Michigan who makes his living as a newspaper reporter by evening, and a struggling novelist by day.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

old man

a scattered brained world
where night is day and day is night
the works don't work,
the pipes are clogged,
can't feel a thing,
can't chew a thing,
sucking on meds and meds,
life's a routine, can't skip a day,
low this and low that,
why can't i remember my name,
why can't i see the snow,
hear the phone ring
or walk the block.

i'm a useless old man

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