Hang On To The Sky,
Falls into bed like a clump.
Doesn’t leave home for a
month. Pondering how to
escape. Tucked into bed.
What an egghead! To com
plain about anything when
locked into one’s comfort
zone. Bleak sinking deeper,
the dumdum conundrum.
Can’t act without a goal,
can’t move without a
movement. A moment
to collect a thought....
I forgot. What a sin to
live life so lifeless.
Cooped up like a
chicken without
any wings. Sleep,
lazy monster.
Tomorrow’s cant
goes clippity-clop.
But you, however,
cannot but plop
and kerplunk.
U. R. A. Lay,
Zee. Clump.
O. Useless.
Junk.
