Thursday, September 26, 2013

why worry now

my feet soak
in a bucket of
white foam 

warms to my feet
warms my aching soles

dire straits
blasts through
the speakers

an assortment of novels
lie around me
on the bed 

i holler above
knopfler's low voice
lyrics i have known
since school 

and i see 
you're going to say 
but no, stop

you can't touch
this moment
save it for later

because right now
lady writer's
on the tv