Too many ideas and my brain won’t quit...
so much in my
head that my dreams won’t sit
well when I wake and try to remember what they
said...
coffee at noon to chase wine in the moonlight
and I can’t keep it
straight in my head...
no shit...
there’s no rest in peace in my bed...
there’s
no rest...
there’s no peace...
there’s no bed...
I type with fingers that fail
when words are said...
fingers that bled
when they spoke for the thoughts
unsaid...
so many times that I quit in my head...
no one will miss one bit...
not spoken...
not thought...
not read.
Too many ideas.
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Copyright 2012 Bill Friday
