the best laid plans
are the ones
that get away
a quiet weekend
became missed chances
spiraling depression
a wall
between the words
i can see
and
the ability
to write them

i am glad
it is almost over
because
i don’t know
if i could take
another day
of it
all i want
is sleep
and
peace of mind

a win
would be great
but they get
fewer and farther between
a fifth of whiskey
would do the trick
but responsibilities mean
living with things
that are
out of hands
that grasp at clouds
but catch nothing
but spiders