Tag: poem

either / or

bubbling brain
skipping from web to email to programming
like a scratched record
needle bouncing all over the place
even these words
are just another bounce
a momentary distraction

is my mind’s natural state
one of focus
or
one of chaos?

I can sit,
nearly motionless
for hours

or

I can’t sit
for a minute
without being distracted
by the slightest thing

If I followed every thread
pursued every random idea

Would I be a wealth of
a fount of
creativity

or

would I find myself on the floor
surrounded by a pile
of half-completed projects?

momentary resolve

I feel a strange ennui
the sense that i have left things
incomplete
once too often,
sat around
too much

I think a spring cleaning
is in order
a feeling of accomplishment
from completing a task
dishes
boxes
lawn
laundry
desk
room
trip
life

I swear today will be
different
not like the last
eleven
thousand