You Promised...

My back hurts
and i’m tired
in a boring kind of way.
i feel as if
i’ve walked one hundred
thoughts across a windy desert for
a chance at nuggets and my
favorite
golden sauce
but when i got there the take out window was closed
and
i’ve
never had much of
an ability for
animosity,
nor husbandry.

i guess i will
just
look at some
nice ladies
spreading as if they like
it,
soil my stomach
and
sleep,
sleep,
wake,
breathe, sleep,
deep, sleep
deeply

until i ache

from rest.