The day ambles along
amidst sore muscles
and fingers made headstrong
by black coffee, or redbull
or some other angry fix
that could be made into a Johnny Cash song.
The hours trickle by in fixation
like water off a duck’s back,
time spent in search of intent
the day ambles along submerged in classical music
Johann Sebastian Bach, Debussy, Chopin, Tchaikovsky, among others Beethoven frequents.
The arrangements too sweet
for my mind to shake off its numbness.
Life served out in paper cups
dialogues, word-counts, made complete in conceit.
The day ambles along however,
Hitherto fuelled by a dirty dose of rhythm and beats.