Hiatus

for the first time in a long while

i have never seen my future

in a crystal ball over which

a madam waves her hands

to frighten me. last night

i saw nothing but timbers falling

and my mind was left white

when all the brush was cleared.

here there's no complexity

or no desire to seek specters

from whence i shall go:

there was only my bed

and the curiousness of waking up

only an hour after falling asleep.

instead of calling in sick

i decided to call in dead—

that's the excuse for those committed.