try not to make a mess...

if you are determined,
  bound and determined,
     to disregard
          disrespect
          dismiss
     the life that you own,
            get a room
               far away
                  and write a long note
                     saying "sorry, I love you,
             but I hate myself more."
         
         dammit
         you made a mess.

Empty...

                                               this is empty.
                                               this is where I am
                                               now.
                                               Empty all around.
                                               Empty ahead.
                                               Empty.

Poetus interruptus...

there's a phrase
gone as quickly
as it came.
So instead of brilliance
there is nothing
to say.

Dammit...

I'm finally getting out to shovel the shitload of snow
that isn't going away on its own.

Carol has a chemo appointment tomorrow but our
roads are still a mess. Fingers crossed. 

 

edit: I lucked out. While cleaning off the 12+" of snow
from my car, two guys in a Jeep stopped and said they
would clear the snow from the driveway for $20.
I considered that a wonderful proposition. Therefore, all
I had to do was throw salt where they cleared. Yay! 

 

Salt trucks are running late...

 

3 pm today.
My car in the
driveway.

I'm hating
snow right now.