Ode to a Learning Disability

dreams come and go as dreams are wont to do

and thoughts? they've got feet,

and run away

I pass my time with dirty dishes, 

empty mugs and 

half finished books

strewn 'cross the table like a 

c  o  n  s  t  e  l  l  a  t  i  o  n 

  (is it "The Ostrich"?)

this couch has got legs, but they're about as useful 

 as my own-

 directionless, and anyway, totally incapable 

of taking me anywhere,

and so I escape:

another dirty dish in the sink

another stained cup on the table

and another book I'll probably never finish.