Sunday, April 04, 2010


(Strange Tales #10)

It feels like I’ve worked so hard lately,
The grizzled chief gravedigger moaned—
Though not compared to what
I’m supposed to be able to do—
That all of life just seems ludicrous.

I am tired all the time
And tireder still
If I attempt anything of consequence.

At home I never essay anything much more debilitating
Than washing clothes and hanging them in closets
Or picking up fallen twigs and branches in the yard,
And yet I feel quite beaten, in almost any sense.
I guess one day I’ll just be walking along
And fall headlong into a hole.


Current draft: 3/29/2010
Created on 3/24/2010 1:26 PM

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