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NOTHING TO DO
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NO EYELIDS
There's nothing to do
Nothing I want to do
I want to do nothing
In this claustrophobic
Space of surrender
This one-bedroom apartment
I will put some rice
On that convenient pot
And until it is ready
Get myself hammered
On a whole lot of wine
a wish
hope someone gives you a lot of money..
that job you've written about seems like drudgery
Much Appreciated
But it ain't all that bad.
I tend to overdramatize.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
Although I'm busy I often
Although I'm busy I often feel this type of malaise because of the repetition; the treadmill of daily life. You expressed it well by narrowing the lens onto mundane activities and a desire for oblivion. The structure of the poem (short, uniform lines and white space) suggests restlessness and a "Space of surrender". An excellent mood piece.
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Gosh, your commentary is always so splendidly spot on!
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues