the fingers go where/

 even as i begin

the burn sets in. 

they gave me gabapenten(sp) and relaxers

i fear those meds  more than anit vaxers.

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aaaaaaaand we're through rhyimng for the day

unless one comes  mewling like a stray

unless the poem tells me what to say

i feel my rhymes are too mundane

but maybe it's practice to just get back into

the one thing i once said whas just what i do

write and write till   tongue cleaves to palate

forgoing dutties, food, eating word salad.

i thought i could do both, have a lover and poetry

but one just got smaller, the other took over

my life is filled waiting for things to be done

brush your teeth, shower shit shave

with only 10 minutes to get there in time

or only 10 months till i clean up your grime

it's hard not to cave to the inevitable

i'll have to trash all this myself, cuz you are a mess.

i bught a new mattress, it arrives on the 20th

i'll   sleep on it only a while

till i earn my vacation and take back my room

the one you moved into like tide.

i will sweep out your ocean of bric-brac

 move all of my stuff back in

don't worry, i still want to cuddle your back

but i no longer want to give up my den.

you stay in this half and i'll stay in mine

we can meet in the evenings when we have time

aaaaaaaaaaand we're still rhyming!

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gotta say i love the blog. 

i just closed the above, a big x on the window

and blog saved it all. 

it's time for me to get ready to end my vacation.

at least now i can say i wrote duting it.

viola!

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