ElbOW

This year was through with me ere I was done.
Now I just hide and cover me to rest.
The race is over. I don't know who won,
But please believe, I wish her all the best.
My wounds have tapped me out of ev'ry fight,
My goals lie all in tatters at my feet
And nothing that I've started has gone right
But I don't care right now. I'm tired, I'm beat,
And quite forgotten. Oh, of course, I know
The wheel will turn around for me again.
But just now, I would just as soon it go
A spin or two without me. I have been
A few too many times 'round with no breaks;
I'm only human, don't have what it takes.

Sunday Comics

No sleep, but Sunday Comics led me t'ward

My workday, willingly. I spent last night

Too late at work, alas; today my hoard

Of saved-up floppies kept my spirits bright.

Daytripper, luminous as e'er, but dull

Compared to other issues; then I took

A look at Morning Glories, which I'll cull

From my subscription list; a tawdry book

And too overt. But Fringe, I'd nearly dumped

This one, but it surprised me well. And then

A great mass of a book I'd mostly lumped

As someday reading: Rotten, which has been

My fav'rite of the day. I like my gore

With story and invention; that and more!

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In Which I Am Tired But Happy

Today flew by, bewildering and fast,

But I have much to show for it, for once

In serious and laudable contrast

To other days when I have, like a dunce

Allowed my time to flee without control.

I chose each moment's occupation, did

Precisely what I sought to, on the whole,

So much so that I've carpal pain. I'm rid,

Though, of that nagging panic I can't name

But all my dear ones recognize. This price

I gladly pay, to keep my conscience tame,

Though doing what I've done's not my advice

To others. Do a little bit each day

And you won't have to spend one in this way.

META SONNET: In Which I Narrowly Miss Repeating Myself

I'm off the rails, confronting what I've feared,
A near-miss repetition! Already
Have I, right in this blog, quite roundly cheered
A comic that I like. Perilously
I nearly wrote again about Chew; just
As I began to type I thought to check --
A step I hate to take, but take I must;
I'm fallible -- I'm grateful that this tech
I here employ allows so quick a search!
'Tis a good comic, but the world's still vast;
Too much so to repeat. Left in the lurch
A meta sonnet bails me out at last.
It's Frunday, and shift work has drained me dry.
Sometimes placeholder verse is all I'll try.

More Than A Sort Of Homecoming

I've been in motion for a solid week,

Just lighting here and there for moments. May

I call a stop, for now, at last? I speak

Not to complain but rather to convey

My wonder at these orbits I did spin

And how I managed partially to share

Experiences with you. Epic win

On scales untold has been mine ev'rywhere,

Delight feels etched forever cross'd my face

(Disguised a bit, perhaps; exhaustion can

Deform the brightest smile). Now to this place,

The KATE STATION I'm come, and I'll say "Man,

It's good to be back home; I'll stay a spell!"

But soon I'll get the itch again. Oh, well.