justwrite 5 january

The same problem seeks to solve itself by revealing in a new way putting off what can’t stay in bed what can’t be unsaid I am tired of feeling expired but looking for renewal it seems more expensive than I’d imagined the tragedies of catalogs and digital designs yours and mine to seek and find we are tired and ironed and if I were to write in the morning a different dawning a sound more like yawning as the curtains come up we are stuck in cycles buying remorse and adding up what’s worse to subtract from the total we’re living with remotes full of pre-programmed channels wise enough to cancel those extra packages those star attractions those smooth battle-talk brands when we are wondering about the words absurdly heard from our own mouths we travel south and cross borders searching for warmth and sense in new scenes we make dreams of brighter colors adding the numbers to see where the sums will come from where the hums will drum from and what beat we’ll dance to it’s a new tune and the quiet moon is waiting for its turn as the dripping sink still learns we are all patient as the station changes fuzzing into static and seeking the dramatic though the commonplace is where we are is where the car will stop for the night and we’ll shuffle inside and under the covers hoping for a dark of sweet comfort