Thursday, August 2, 2007

A Meditation on Post-Race Downtime

I should get up


But I don’t want to


Why did I set


The alarm?


I should do laundry


But I don’t want to move


And that would require


Raising my arm


Oh how did I ever become


Such a lazy bum


It was an almost instantaneous transformation


One big race


Is all that it takes


To turn my mind and body into a warring nation


Maybe the stink


Of my clothes and the sink


In the kitchen will get my attention


And so for now


I shall eat and watch “House”


Until my apartment is too gross to mention.


Happy Lazy Days!



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