so very little

ive been searching for a good couple hours
for a good poem to post on here
good as in one that matches
what i feel
laying here and listening to the stirring of life
outside
& thinking of all the undone things stretched in front of me
that need to be sorted, accounted for, ironed out, and
reckoned with.

and while i still haven't found that poem
this one by bukowski, i think
comes closest....

As The Poems Go

as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.

Charles Bukowski