workaday dada


consummately

boring.



live your life in much the way you while away the hours unbowed and unbroken at home, undercover...lights on low and groundcovering, busted and short bursts of activity during which you call yourself

all you ever were meant to be, oh yeah

till the urgency peaks and sinks its soar corrupted, your fall from what you were meant to be
so inevitable, and so complete a reduction,
a loss,
a line lost gone spinnin thru your palms cutting deep leaving you leagues lower and reduced compressed in upon by the space, the space, an increased density of life that is harder to move thru, harder to walk--


live each day like a broken rhyme,
unmetered and
with no good ending.