repetitive

out on the back porch
scribbling away with something
to say without getting
repetitive monotone
like a sedative
puts your head out sideways
lying on the floor
like a dog motionless
an already fallen log
with grass growing all around
fell without a sound
still want to tell a story
unload the brain how long
will it take until I too fall
and will I break
as down I go
buried cold in the snow
of summer must be rain
something wet will
distort the brain
so words come out
a slight bit twisted
and when I threw the pitch
went by quick you missed it...