My Knees Are Cold

Don’t think so much,
When the sand is still warm beneath your feet,
Of busted power generators
If you were meant to toil without fruition

Or what fruition is.

It only matters now that you’ve found
A clear way out,
Options
As you take to the night
To be wasted and thought of,

A slim wastebasket for a book
Of half-hearted poems
To be written
In earnest.

14 thoughts on “My Knees Are Cold

  1. that’s a good one. i like that.

    mine:

    drink less

    attempt to develop meaningful relationships

    write (i hope this is one of yours too!)

  2. that’s a good one. i like that.

    mine:

    drink less

    attempt to develop meaningful relationships

    write (i hope this is one of yours too!)

  3. Hey Charlie;

    I have throw blankets for those times with cold knees. But I suppose a poem can have a similar warming effect.

    Happy Gregorian New Year!

    Do you also make resolutions for the Chinese New Year?

  4. Hey Charlie;

    I have throw blankets for those times with cold knees. But I suppose a poem can have a similar warming effect.

    Happy Gregorian New Year!

    Do you also make resolutions for the Chinese New Year?

  5. oscar! i don’t have enough resolve to make another set of resolutions. too bad we couldn’ meet up when i was back in OC, will ring u up the next time come around.

  6. oscar! i don’t have enough resolve to make another set of resolutions. too bad we couldn’ meet up when i was back in OC, will ring u up the next time come around.

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