St. Chad of Mercia by David Wheeler

I am your fatigue
Your tendency for rhapsody
nested in your ennui
While others move forward
Before the winters set in
I silt the gears that go you here
With restlessness for the weary
soul who lit wicks and submits
from both ends, the wit and shit
alike keep light for tonight
For next year you sleep

About the Author:

David K Wheeler is the author of Contingency Plans: Poems (TS Poetry), named a finalist in the Melville House 2011 Booksellers Choice Awards. He has written for The Morning News, The Gay & Lesbian Review, Burnside Writers Collective, and The Pacific Northwest Reader (Harper/Delphinium).