Kit Kelen #671 - little things that annoy me

671

little things that annoy me

mainly skin

or the weather creeps

all the ant-ward wishes

of the other insects here

to carry me off, impediments

each whom effort mocks

a little nail hangs over the edge

someone has to bash down

there is the blindness of creation after

occasions informing again

itch and ache and mainly grumble

tummy, other, organs grind

all the fools in charge

and cannot get on-line

the little cough

that takes me down

lack of rain or surfeit

wind, hot stillness too

that the garden is not its own law

there's line of mine I can't read now

this planet's tedious rotation

and world stopping events

the ancestors' embarrassed antics

that I go on without them

conditions of the road

and worse, the other drivers

certain useless intimations

such as why I'm here

not quite come to the end of the thought

and the hunch set off in its own map

my works with the world

are co-extensive

in real time, so that

I'm hidden in plain sight