Skuizh on

I'M TIRED

 

---White writing tablet of homey visage

Stretched out impatiently

You itch for my caresses

I'm tired.

My head is empty

And my hand is numb

My spirit deadened

My soul strayed away.

 

………………………………….

 

No. I'll not scratch you tonight.

I'm tired.

I'm going to the Forest of Sleep

To gather the flowers of dreams.

Until tomorrow

Homey writing tablet

Of white visage.

I'm tired.

 

1966.