Carpe Dontem

Carpe Dontem

some days I really feel like I own the world
all of you bend to my slightest whim
power secretes from my every pore
not oily sweat; not dirt

but, other days I just sit around
feeling boredom creeping up my legs
like some backwards afghan from
my grandmother’s living room

I’ll just lay there, looking up at my ceiling
those little glow-in-the-dark stars all faded now
the mid-morning sun desperately trying
to infiltrate my dark blue curtains

not that I’m tallying or anything
but it sure seems like those other days
hang around longer…and at times, I think,
didn’t someone kind of important say seize the day?

and I’m here thinking,
how can you seize the day
when you woke at noon?


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