Sloth

These are days
days spent with
arm over ear and temple
headache spilling
out and over the brim
of these eye lids
and the light
like splintered glass
breaks apart the
silence as it all
comes crashing in
the drapes drawn tight
but never tight enough
leak faster than
gossip told in
the presence of church ladies…
these are the days
when the world doesnt
stop rotating, while this heart
hesitating self-hating
the undulating tempest
of this temple of God
i guess this temple
needs a little work
some sprucing up wouldnt
hurt either…
still let me know
digest another pill
with cold tap water
and pay homage
to the couch surfer
one last time.