I Sit Here Poem by Kyle Schlicher

my chair is occupied.

i will attempt to mend
this broken mood.

my hands
are busy with
the ongoing task.

my mind is over
whelmed
with the situation.

the images are
blurred.
words
lying
about
in the sun
covered

with freezer burn.

my discomfort
swells
like a giant wave
heading
for the
unsuspecting shore
until
i can no longer
distinguish
the right word
from
the wrong word.

and so
i sit here.

alone
with
nothing to do.

3-30-1977