I opened my eyes There were two shoes on the step Put on my shoes Went to work There were no shoes on the step After the accident For many mornings I opened my eyes Put on my shoe Took my crutches Went to work There was one shoe on the step
Everythings withered For no additional gain Long cold nights ahead
letting the day gain purchase on my attention as dreams slink away
Only my inner thoughts to watch As I swaddle into an evening swatch Although I may be bone dead tired Dawns on withering conscious frame With nothing to lose and all to gain Additional input may be required
A frog on a log Obsessed on a midair fly Ribbit Ribbit (slurp)