some days
the last best idea
is giving up
and forgetting
what just happened
what just happened
is the worst day
since the last
day remembered
from yesterday
from yesterday
nothing has added up
it has piled up
equaling the regret
for ever having got up
for ever having got up
this morning
the punishment lasts
eternities past
the last thing worth forgetting
the last thing worth forgetting
is the first best idea of the day
the first inclination to phone it in
to hang up and forget about work
and just sit idle sipping life in
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 309
Forget It, and Call Off
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