A long day's night...

Leo has a Macbook and I like the way the keys sound when I type so here I go:
10:36 pm Wednesday Feb 7

shiftless theres a space in me its begging
not knees on the floor tugging on pantleg type stuff
more like this gnaw, an urge
i stood in the shower and spread my lips wide open
and i found it, it was red and fat, juicy like a plum
i touched it and nearly fell
but i dont know where to run. it used to be this way
i would be somewhere
and i would think
and i would create a place to be and things to do
i would create all of this in my mind
and it was a rollin good time
and now im empty and running on empty
motions (s h i f t l e s s) eyes half closed and i cant find it.
i wrote this poem once about a track runner on speed and
you gotta wonder- where does this come from? wheres the muse,
an angel on my shoulder, the devil at my back-- wheres the source?
there's now, only here, this place, and me, and my fingers
there's a shower
there's work to be done, there's shivering, there's a longing
and then there's a hole. There's just this hole. Tear it open, it's begging for it.



<3,

Maya