Indolence
High summer seems a time for it,
for nothingness

abnegation of ambition which has
driven me
far too long.

Better my dog’s intention,
to follow
bliss of sensation
to drowse in heat
to drink when thirsty, which is to say

always

to revel in relaxation, to
let that sweet
sleep creep
into me and

Not. Care.

that I am

Not. Productive.

today.

High summer.

May I know no song but thanks.