Thursday, April 06, 2006

a Long week
tired and straining,
nothing matters outside production
so it seems
and I haven't produced shit
By what right am I tired

Looking for somewhere to lie
I exhaust myself
Like the worn vagrant,
Looking for a library desk to lay his head

The women have all left
The movies have all been watched over and over
and so many freinds are turning out to be frauds

The urge to run is strong
But where would I go
and with what money

I should clean the cage.