Today gave way to
idle business perched
on the shoulder of
“really? do I have to.”
There were no new tricks
The ‘same old’ lounged
in my quiver waiting
for the pull off the bow
to hit point center at
the mark of emotional
de-solve at the heart’s target
It was very cryptic
Try as I may for a good
bull’s eye, the trick missed
the mark and I scuffled
around with emotions
Right on my arm
penned in like a tattoo
glad that a soapy shower
would take care of when
I was ready to clean it all up
some time soon . Yes, some
time very soon. All this
emotional drama gets dirty
