Some days I can sit for hours and not move,
On these days, I am certain I must be the
sent in vain to deliver the worms and flies to
I fight (occasionally successfully) the onslaught then of
I must remember that my Chuck Taylors do not consecrate the
living Earth under the tree where I sit.
I cuss misanthropically;
this helps deflect the opposing army.
I am too apathetic to be the
I catch glimpses of