Between my Teeth

August 18, 2013 § Leave a comment

There are words clenched beneath my teeth and a summer which ends without pomp and which contained little pomp. That’s a word- a real solid word: pomp.

I sit back behind the curtains I’ve hid behind all summer ,and regret like the underachieving goal maker I am. but what goals did I make? None.

I bit into clay, into money, into my wallet, into writing. By that environment I was socialized in, I’ve accomplished nothing.

The clothes are folding on the floor as I ready for another year. Again.

But it’s what I do in between the years that matters. Or so I’ve been taught.

Lots of things can be wasted in this world, but also nothing- everything we use is already on or inside, with only speculations outside.

I need to speed myself up, wind myself up until I can be wound no further

I’ve stayed too long in this room, I’m a shut-in by Japanese standards now.

I need to let the clock work go.


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