Dogs 2015

CLOSING TIME
(4/30/15)


either
too busy

or too
tired
to care

I've muddled
through
toward another
sunset

I look
back over
the activities
thoughts
and feelings
of the day
but find little
to expound
upon

there's
a tremendous
expanse
of vacancy
in my skull

surely
I'll feel better
tomorrow

perhaps
this is simply
the end
of any creative
impulse

everything
ends
after all

I shall
go home

take
a long walk

and try
to not worry
at the lack
inspiration

sometimes
perspiration
is the only
path
to true
expression

sometimes
only death
remains