Tired, To Sludge

Looking at time, 7:17.. Just a
Countdown to clock. What’s my
Plan for painting? Different packaging
Of circumstances. Depending on how
Horrendous the traffic.
All jokes in full pockets. Only a tenth of
Fence hit by 7:59am rays.
I don’t want a plan today.
Why do I always find mySelf in these
Rooms,
Wishing.
Running a wallet to a stranger–
He dropped it in line,
The guy who took 4ever
2order.

(5/12/13)