datura

Yeah, I suppose not really a suprise, but four more years of Bush, and not the fun slippery kind. So perhaps that is dragging down my mood as well. That and so many other things. I'll just have to be patient and wait for some sunshine.

Dragging my feet
heavy cement shoes
and marshamallow stairs
the kind that stick to one's momentum in a bad dream
and slows down time
lethargic
so terribly lethargic
a desert wanderer losing hope in the coming mirage
my soul's revolution fizzling
drying out into the hot air
evaporation of my essence