Phoenix

Phoenix by Timo-san

Tired

from a long day of

nothing

but mental masturbation

and self-flagellation

Brain packed with eider down

fuzzed filled

forgetful

The clock

the enemy

ticking away the day

time to rally 

move the leaden limbs

accomplish something

anything

maybe tomorrow

I've been shot down

in flames

and I want to believe

in rebirth

but I'm still waiting

burnt feathers

and charred carrion.

submitted for One Single Impression, Birdie
Gooseberry Garden, Poetry Picnic, Feathers