I’m tired
I’m tired today
I was tired yesterday
I’m not quite sure
About tomorrow
Or its predestined sorrow
Or whatever luck
I’ll have to borrow
But I can most certainly
Take a safe and easy bet
That I’ll be damn tired too
Yet not because I’m feelin’ blue.
For tired I am
Not flabbergasted or saddened
Frustrated or embittered
By some supercalifragilistic act
Or some bizarre uneasy fact
Chucked at me with lazy tact
Like a sped-up reckless pact
But just tired here
And tired there
Tired evermore
Tired of the scenes
Tired of any work
Tired of holding the fork
Tired of dealing with the screw drive
Hard drive, soft drive, overdrive
Or any other form of drive
Tired of us
Tired of them
Tired of myself
Tired of whatever sits
Behind and in front of every curtain
Tired of being tired
Even my wandering shadow
Which usually wants to wallow
Is tired today
As it was yesterday
And probably, most definitely maybe
Tired tomorrow
Tired evermore
Tired of being stared at
While standing motionless
Across the empty wall
Stared at by this tired man
Who’s tired of staring
Tired evermore
Hanoi, December 2024
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