The Juice Ain't Worth The Squeeze

When the light of morning reached my windowpane
I could have sworn I had a matter, I wish I could name
I suppose that in the process
Of me getting out of bed
Taking my shower
Putting on my clothes
Drying myself off
Changing
Backhanding my alarm
Bandaging my hand
Opening the door
Walking up the stairs
Knocking entrance
Standing here
And talking to you


I must have not cared anymore.



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-02-01 at 08:32

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So often we are pre-occupied with things we think matter and in the process of living, they kind of dissappear on the scale of urgency....not caring is different to not worrying about it quite so much Michael! I love the title.....Nicely done, Tai
2007-02-01