Poem: The Inertia of Me
This came out of me juuust as I was thinking about getting more serious about my writing. Decided it might be a good way to start off the new year.
The Inertia of Me
10/4/2012 Muscatine, Iowa
Late night drizzling consciousness as the digital ticks creep the night into the morning without dawn.
Energy ebbs as the seconds and minutes tick away.
Bobby Layne said he’d never lost –
he just ran out of time.
I know what he meant, but maybe not how he really felt on those days.
Bobby could make a minute last, could make it work for him.
Usually, I find myself asking seconds and minutes and hours
to take the day off.
Falling into the well-worn patterns, the easy highways of the mind
rather than getting my brain’s centurions
to build new good Roman roads serving
citizens over millennia.
My ambitions reach toward the Rhine,
the Danube, and the British wall, but my output has stuck to the Seven Hills above the Tiber.
Is the Eater inside me talking me into thinking writing is work?
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