Is It the Old Dog Or the New Tricks?
Ashes on a Thursday morning
riddle my once clean surroundings
and throughout I can't help but think
that all I'm good for
finds comfort in this porcelain cup.
Yet even with my mind filled
with this problematic condensation,
hazing a good, normal frame of thought,
I find peace with my gray brothers,
floating through the heat of a sun ray
shot through my open window.
But is all this complexity truly needed?
Must I sugar coat the bare act?
I ashed a cigarette in a dirty cup
and a piece of my screen on my window
is broken and ripped letting light.
Simpicity can be an amazing tool
when expanded to give the most primitive acts
a higher purpose toward mankind.
Oh, there I go again, I'll bet you're confused
and if not, well, I am.
Talent or habit. . .you decide, I'm spent.
Copyright © Michael Cordeiro | Year Posted 2006
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