RANDOM THOUGHTS ON A FRIDAY NIGHT

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    RANDOM THOUGHTS ON A FRIDAY NIGHT

    TOO TIRED TO REACT AND TO HUMBLE TO SNAP. IF THE GOAL IS SERENITY THEN WHY THE IMPATIENCE & IRRITABILITY DURING THE PROCESS? POTENTIAL IS LIMITED TO THOSE ALWAYS TARDY. NOT ENOUGH TIME, TOO MUCH SLEEP, THE BODY'S SORE, DISSAPOINTMENT... I LIGHT A CIGARETTE, WHAT NEXT? MOVIE NIGHT? AGAIN? WHAT MOVIE?SEX? NAH NO ONE WORTH IT. COLLEGE!! THE LAND OF PROMISCUITY AND LUST. LET'S NOT FORGET THE CAPITAL OF STD'S, I'D BETTER PASS. PAPA JOHNS? LATER. SHOOT THEY CLOSE IN A COUPLE HOURS. POOL? TOO LAZY. DAMN CONTROL BROKE, FUCK! I MISS MY NEPHEW. IF HE COULD ONLY SMILE AT ME ONCE HE WOULD CHANGE MY WORLD FOR A SPLIT SECOND. SHOULD LOOK UP INFO ON VILLA DESADERATA? WHEN'S LATE REGISTRATION? GOTS TO STUDY. DON'T FEEL LIKE IT. MAYBE LATER. TOMORROW. AS USUAL LATE SUNDAY NIGHT. NOT GOOD. FUCK IT, I'LL MOTIVATE MYSELF LATER. SHOULD WORK OUT TOMORROW IT'S BEEN A WHILE. EARLY MORNING WOULD BE GOOD. DAMN LOST BATHING SUIT, FORGOT. TELL ME WHY ARE PEOPLE SO FAKE? EVEN AFTER YEARS OF KNOWING THEM IT'S SURPRISING HOW DISTANCE CHANGES PEOPLE. I DON'T LIKE IT. FUCK IT, GUESS THAT'S LIFE HUH? (I'LL GO TO SLEEP AT NIGHT). WHAT'S NEXT? CAN'T BELIEVE I LOST MY EAR RING MAN, THAT SUCKED. TOO COLD TO RIDE. PERFECT WEATHER FOR THE SHOW THOUGH. SPADES ANYONE? DAMN, I SHOULD STOP. UNTIL NEXT TIME.....ADIOS.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    ImALLears773’s Poems (7)

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