There
comes a day when there is nothing
new
to say, words are addled, some a week
or
month old and moldy.
Even
chronic pain becomes repetitive and
mundane.
How many ways can you describe
pain,
anyway?
Using
curse words helps some, but even they
can
grow to be unfashionable and inconse-
quently
so so.
Although
I have never been confined to a
monastery
or prison, I can imagine the same
faces,
the same prayers and threats everyday.
Addled
thoughts, the worn out words and
phrases
I entertain today lack passion. That’s
it,
today I am lacking goddamned passion.
There’s
leftover meatloaf in the fridge. I love
meatloaf,
but the idea of it again tonight lacks
passion
and leaves me flat speechless.
Listening
to Beethoven right now. I wonder how
many
times I can rely on him to inspire and pull
me
through this haze?
I
think I’m losing it. Some days the same drives
me
crazy insane. For now, figuratively speaking
that
is.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 6-21-2020
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