Monday, May 21, 2007

Concentrate

My brain sludges.
Mud-splattered
drippings on the floor.
Infected remains.
We scoop it all back up
again, in an effort to
stay on task.

1 comment:

writerwoman said...

This reminds me of the feeling after a very long monday at work.

Its a strong poem that grabs you and does not let go.