Heavy and Weak

Wheel On Fire!

I wrote about how heavy and hard to lift Everything in life has gotten now, All the ordinary everyday items, Like the shirt buttons I can barely grasp sometimes, A pair of blue jeans being the worst of the weighty surprises, But the leaden bed covers remain More embarrassing than any other When I nearly can't get up out of bed— Thank God warmer weather is coming. I think it was careless to say it to her, Almost cruel, but i had written and said How heavy everything was, how tiring. Why I needed to tell her I don't even know. I just needed to tell, so I blabbered And now it's done. I should have kept it to myself. Maybe there would have been some reward in heaven for it, But all the things that I do are such useless things, All this writing, all this typing, all this trying, All this breathing just to breed more germs. A poem's a poem in your or any other land, But this is Disneyland. This is not precisely where reality obtains a grip Or where desire has ever obtained an object That burns and rolls and yet inspires.