path beaten cut deeper toe stubbing jumped on other
Falling backwards arms spread wide for someone catch
Lips calloused purple of daily blunt
spine and limbs of a book ratty soft edges ripped pages
same meal prepared now tired of a stairway bows
dips in warped grooves wood smooth the quieting of
a crescendo at its zenith tired of its blues strings
Plexiglas window slowly shattering into cochlea
From the constant cleaning there using sponge same wring out a lover
to absorb another the desperate search for a roach with one more hit
At a night club in seven and half ashtrays trying to shake
a shadow all day until night where it doesn’t matter;
shit gets old if your keen
on it. IChing today:
relax. permeate.
release.
Charles Snyder 