Thursday, May 1, 2014

Headline Poem 5/2/14 -- Friday Night

Lots of headlines are swirling, and I can't bring myself to care or focus on any of them. I'm surrounded by magazines while under the hair dryer, and I'm waiting. This is my Friday night. 

Friday Night

I sit in the chair
Not ready to share
But I prepare 
Just in case 
It shows up
In my stare 
I'm trying to live 
In the present moment 
But the past 
Was not that long ago
And you've been lying.