just getting in a rhythm

like a slow train,
like a saturating rain,
like a dull pulsing pain,
beneath the skin, and deep in the veins,
just enough to know its there, but barely beyond.

poised with a heavy pen,
what I want for myself and where I've been,
leaking a moment or two before the sun's down,
simple and profound,
beyond the gates in an outlying town,
to prove nothing bu
t
what will not lie when the body sleeps
all that won't find it's way into the pillows' deep,

the greatest fears and dreams,
in the 'half-minds' and 'almost theres' while the shadows creep...

these parts seem never too rest.

the sidewalks are covered in crap,
literally!

maybe this happens every year,
all the neighborhood folks let mother nature's lovely white winter coat
be an excuse not to bend over and scoop it up,
i get it
...it's cold...

but seriously, those sidewalks are covered!

maybe i have just started to notice because we got a dog,
but if not, this is crazy...
absolutely everyone has become completely lazy all at once.