ten one

efficacy is a child
of the greed
of time
and the necessity
of accomplishment.

i don't know
what this means
other than
i had to get
something
down to get the
dreaded first line
out of the way
so that i could
actually write.

i have decided
and have decided
to stick with my
decision
to write

one poem
every day
for the month
of october.

bed is whispering
at me
and i am going
to have to hash
this out quick.

eleven-thirty is
early for me
but late for a day
full of listening
to idiots

screw over
the family, the
kids they
have. that i
wish i could
have.

they say if
we all threw
all our
problems into
a giant pile
for everyone
to see,

we'd scramble
to get ours
back again.

but i might
let mine tumble
into the dust clouds
and grab
for something
unfamiliar.

just to have it
different.

just to have
a new burden
to hold onto

and to learn.