Something

Dan Minix Art

Something

always

we're looking for

to fill us

to the fullest

so you decide

to give yourself

“me time” .

In the morning

when still alive

clear head

awoke early

a shower

some exercises

breakfast

don’t feel so stiff

you're lying down

on the high pillows

with neck dogbone

on the top 

to read

Charles Bukowski

“The Pleasures of the damned”

the poems of  51-93 yr.

Get amazed how he used

his pen/ a wand

to make something

of nothing

and everything

each speck of dust

(“if you run your finger

along the window ledge

you'll find dirt”)

plays  the role

and defines

the partake in life

(this dirt “maybe even earth”)

this day, the morning,

a weekend,

not end yet…

The world's preparing  

for rain…