08-07-2011, 10:38 AM
I am tired.
Tired of the trees outside the window
that greet me each morning like a bell.
Ring ring, ring ring.
The infernal green song.
Tired of the neighbour's dog
that confuses aggression with love.
The high school dropout who delivers our post,
his eyes bleary from last night's weed.
I think of all the great ideas
he must have had and then forgot
while cruising the leaf's highway.
It tires me no end.
I'm tired of making you breakfast at six,
kissing you goodbye, watching the magazine programmes
then sewing a shroud for my life.
Of wondering if Tony's wife
ever feels like I do now, and if she fears the mystery
of leaving this white hell. All I know is that I fear
growing old among these chairs, the wallpaper you won't take down,
fearing extravagance, and that I fear it more than death.
Tired of the trees outside the window
that greet me each morning like a bell.
Ring ring, ring ring.
The infernal green song.
Tired of the neighbour's dog
that confuses aggression with love.
The high school dropout who delivers our post,
his eyes bleary from last night's weed.
I think of all the great ideas
he must have had and then forgot
while cruising the leaf's highway.
It tires me no end.
I'm tired of making you breakfast at six,
kissing you goodbye, watching the magazine programmes
then sewing a shroud for my life.
Of wondering if Tony's wife
ever feels like I do now, and if she fears the mystery
of leaving this white hell. All I know is that I fear
growing old among these chairs, the wallpaper you won't take down,
fearing extravagance, and that I fear it more than death.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe


Thanks for the kind words Todd.