Watching Reruns Poem by Kyle Schlicher

Watching Reruns



Nothing much to do.

The weather sucks,
cold, damp drizzly day.

Too much coffee
has me on edge,
back and forth
I pace inside my cage.

Once again this morning
I turn the television on.

It isn't even noon yet.

(2-09-1982)

Saturday, December 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: boredom
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