Waking Up

I don’t want to.

I don’t want to.

I don’t want to.

Fine. Whatever.

Nope.

Not for anybody.

Dammit feed the cats.

Get up.

Get up.

Get up.

Trinity in the first scene from The Matrix GET UP

Nope.

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Maybe autobiographical. Maybe confessional. Am I still in bed?

Car

Road

Gravel

Sweat

Dirt

(Bones: food/victim/punishment)

Swamp Sludge Mountain Crust River Fingers Reaching

Down

Down

Down

Lava

Up

Up

Up

Reaching Fingers River Crust Mountain Swamp Sludge

You Are Here

(Bones: punishment/victim/food)

Dirt

Sweat

Gravel

Road

(Car)

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Note: Didn’t get around to writing a micropoem for yesterday (gasp!) because I was driving all day to go see Mr. J (hooray!) I drafted this poem in my head while I was driving. For those of you not familiar with my work, I write weird poems about roads and roadkill. Long car rides across state lines are always inspiring.

Note x2: It’s a little longer than a “traditional” micropoem.