Resignation



Lord I'm bored.

Lonely.

Broke.

The "vast wasteland" is more desolate than usual.

The T.V. Guide gave directions

     to waterholes intellectually dry.

Can't get into reading.



A line of a poem comes to mind;

  " ... but hell, what the hell

  I say I don't

  have to be happy

just have to be alive."



Just so;

I am alive,

healthy,

So, "Hell, what the Hell."

I guess I'll

Go to bed.