11/14/92

Malaise Avenue

Weeks behind in emotional rent
Arctic winds not lowering the current local temperament
Solitaire masks paralysis
Trapped in my own burning blurry gaze

Ponderings belittle action
Visions of love,death,passion,frailty
To only move when others motivate
Or shame kicks me between the shoulder blades

My wealth goes uncounted
My time unused
I have been this way before
Malaise Avenue
The first step off the beaten path seems lives away
And all I feel is the calm between emotional shutdown…

and serenity.