33 Weeks Bad Pelvic Pain

Papers in the washing machine (Sonnet 379)

On leave his shirt tucked in
that directly went to the washer,
I lost my
relieving substance of the issues I face in this manner.

And now that I have just hurry
matter and I find inspiring,
I see coming and when
and the sonnet is dying of laughter.

So I need an exit,
that this burden does not admit a mess,
failing which the blog is dead.

verses much tired piece!
seems my mind is obstructed:
So now I do not take more work.

(see Sonnet 318)