Dull days

“I like to prowl ordinary places.
I feel sorry for us all or glad for us
caught alive together
and awkward in that way.
there’s nothing better than the joke
of us
the seriousness of us
the dullness of us”
― Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit

standing under the beaming sun

my body unwashed

and eyes sore

from exercising poor sleep


creased fabrics

hug my frame

and the careless day

stretches under the dull hours


bodies in suites and dresses

styled hair perching on their heads

criss and cross the blocks

holding onto caffeinated release


perhaps they are headed

towards a dream

or perhaps all meaning is lost

among the dull hours of obligatory existence

Do you ever have any utterly dull days?



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  1. This was a great poem to read while sipping on my “caffeinated release” 😛

    I can honestly say that I don’t have any dull days anymore: all of my days are full of activity. Not all of those activities hold much meaning for me, but most of them do. I don’t do the styled hair thing though.

    1. caffeinated release is the best! Not having dull days is amazing, you are leading a very exciting and envy-inducing life 🙂

  2. Great poem..A dull day for me right now would be a blessing…too many things to do.

    1. Sending you energy to get through the busy days x

      1. Thanks Em! Love and blessings!

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