Persuasions

uninspired
drip
drip
dripping
down into the heart of the morning until it passes you by with a cascading, constant rain.
new day
new year
makes no difference to you. dangling there.
waiting for the slightest wind
waiting for the slightest persuasion
to fall
but the fall, i can't believe, is the end.

am i not making any sense?
i apologize.
please make do regardless.

A little gray spy sits in the tree outside my kitchen window. guarding possessively. And I wonder, am I watching him or is he watching me? And either way, do either of us accomplish anything really going about this way?

accomplishment, sighed on a groan of distaste.
Accomplishment is not a word I find myself familiar with.
And there it is again.
the distaste.
Self!
I say!
Self...Self, you know those drips are dripping with or without you. With or without you.
Swollen trinkets dangling in a sullenly cheerful reminder to move on. When nature is pushing you on, move along.
new day
new year.
Doesn't change a thing.
You move on.