Had Enough

A big grunting, an M-double-ass-mass of mountain, if feel on you, would bloat and strain like me, like my tired. Yes, my ties, my poison TO-DO's, the gnats around my eyes. I stole time to think about this, even as el time burns off like alcohol. We am dumb, don't-know-sky, pill-bug bearings rolling through a million metal tubes, don't know why.

Friday, March 25, 2005 (first draft) Saturday, December 10, 2005 (final)