pud

the fewtch

inside pages

outside mountains

inside pages

it's too cold

inside pages pages pagespagespages pages pages pages pages pages

until it's easier

to chop time than wood

and who am I to turn

down f*****g fries.

somewhere a reality of every decision i didn't make is just as fed up but his skin is creased with sun and laughter.

tonight they say

the air will warm

up thirty degrees an that is perfect

weather for planning

to gather wood and chop

planning right up until

it's time to walk.

Reviews

[no tell writer]

Wow! I like this one a lot, love the ending of this write.

[VenusFaire]

I meannnn. The SHEEEER beauty

[jacob erin-cilberto]

planning planning planning....some are planners while others might be doers.
Yes, let's binge on fries...let the wood sit....
and then it will be too dark....
this reminds me of a poet...planning to write...putting it off...the procrastination
until there are pages and pages and pages of blank white.
j.