Mundane

My day tomorrow will consist of mowing the lawn and getting a hair cut. After these tasks, I will be tired and no doubt spend the rest of the day watching some TV and/or apathetically clicking my way through blogs.

I cannot express how desperate I am for some passionate encounter to bring some wonderfully distracting zip to my existence. Is this what life has come to?

Mundane Me

There is a dampness
A cold, mildewed deposit
Resting on me
Testing me

It clings and twists
Entwining, cellular piercings
Into my self
Loathing me

I want to be free of
this...me

-Theo