January 16th, 2014

I started writing a poem this morning while I was still asleep.
It was an all important metaphor, only I can't remember for what
just now. This is one of those times when I have nothing to say
and I want to go to sleep but I must write to prove that I am
capable of doing something beyond what I feel like doing.
Seems everything is coming to a head. I keep crying about loss.
I keep seeing their faces when I sleep. There are more ways than
one to be dead. But I am still alive. I've got two feet of papers
to grade to prove that and a whole lot of poems elbowing
each other to get out of my mind. I slept funny last night and
all day I couldn't turn my head. A shooting pain would take me
if I even slightly twisted to look back. Now that's a metaphor
if ever I've heard one. He says: Watch the road. Don't look back.
You are not Orpheus. You are not meant to be a pillar of salt.