NOTHING TO DO

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There's nothing to do

 

Nothing I want to do

 

I want to do nothing

 

In this claustrophobic


Space of surrender

 

This one-bedroom apartment

 

I will put some rice

 

On that convenient pot

 

And until it is ready

 

Get myself hammered


On a whole lot of wine


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saiom's picture

a wish

 

hope someone gives you a lot of money..

that job you've written about seems like drudgery



 

 

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Much Appreciated

But it ain't all that bad.

I tend to overdramatize.


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Although I'm busy I often

Although I'm busy I often feel this type of malaise because of the repetition; the treadmill of daily life. You expressed it well by narrowing the lens onto mundane activities and a desire for oblivion. The structure of the poem (short, uniform lines and white space) suggests restlessness and a "Space of surrender". An excellent mood piece. 

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Gosh, your commentary is always so splendidly spot on!


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