08 Jun 00

 

 

Bone Weary

 

 

You drag your ass

Through the hours of the day

Just an instance from quitting

And taking the final get away

Your body an alien

Your consciousness a haze

Each function un-natural

As if each movement were another's

In who you surreally abide

And you find yourself wishing

To just fade away

 

 

By

 

 

Everett E. Phillips, III