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Exhausted
© 2006, Roy Stucky

My corners of elbows are rub polished smooth
In quarters so close as to clinch sudden moves.
The words that I speak have already been traced.
The thoughts in my head must appear on my face.

I'm exhausted.
Nothing left to simplify.
Exhausted.
Bland barren blank alkali.
Exhausted.
Redundant half a Gemini.
Exhausted.
Spent spun out empty and dry.
Exhausted.

My book's fallen open to public review -
These master grade spies could eclipse Richelieu.
The rent on my warehouse has finally come due -
My pantry can't offer up anything new.

I'm exhausted.
Nothing left to simplify.
Exhausted.
Bland barren blank alibi.
Exhausted.
Redundant half a Gemini.
Exhausted.
Spent spun out empty and dry.
Exhausted.

A few weeks' confinement discredits the guide.
My character's depth is no matter for pride.
My social refinement can't help but collide
With tedious details my mask cannot hide.

The wealth it seemed my soul possessed
Has proven emptiness.
Outside the world is quite insane
Though I'm in part to blame.
The circle thoughts that can't escape
Make tiny things inflate.
My group must dodge this lonely trap
Or we will all go mad.

I'm exhausted.
Yes you've heard it all before.
Exhausted.
Find further stories a bore.
Exhausted.
Don't want to see me any more.
Exhausted.
Wish we could open the door.
Exhausted.


Byrd's group and my audience. For group there was nowhere else to go. For author, there is no one else to be. The insatiable appetite of the circus soon devours all you have to say or do.