Posted on February 9, 2020April 15, 2021 CIRCUS FAMILIAR I’ve come to accept the spectacle The morning face that stares back at me in the mirror Large pores packed with night-sweats and frustration There’s lots to do but nothing to say That will ease the guilt of not doing Most likely I’ll clean my keyboard remove the fingerprints angry smudges that dappled my screen with hope I’ll open the Times app before adjusting a pillow behind my aging back I’ll sip some tea as I consider the tilt of the screen and font size I’ll search for good news as if I’ve not already thrust my chin up to the edge of humanity To improve my view of its destruction Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...