Wednesday, August 22, 2012

ATY's Tobacco Sonnet #2

Even my dreams weigh heavy at day's end,
they line up with my bills and body,
remind me what could have been done better,
what could have been completed, put away.
There is such knowledge in the world, today,
did I learn any of it? Is smarter
how I go to bed tonight? Did I see
a new argument, or did my mind bend?
I've been sitting all day: my aches and pains send
sporadic stimuli to my brain, breathes
a rhythm only my back knows – harder
my chair grew. After this day, I am drained.
But, before bed, I bring out a cigar,
bathe in its blue smoke, scrub off the day's scars.