You, Where Does It All Go?
Dig into skin with
stray
cat
claws.
Dog howls at night
to
harmonica
songs.
Candles burn low, all
out
of
matches.
Stare at the sputtering wick
as
it
flashes.
More than a day without sleep and tired
to the bones, but my mind’s caught a streak.
Putting off my drink to empty out my head.
Getting just a bit closer to the tracks
I claim
I tread.
But trying is a *****;
trying
takes
time,
dedication,
regularity,
and best of all,
conviction.
Though, it pleases just the same to talk and dream,
and so I tend to do instead,
educated and fairly well-read,
And lazy (or uninspired),
Heart sedated by a faint desire,
more ego
Than I like to admit. Half a cliché,
Still, half a cliché. Plain to see
What ties me down the most
is me.
Just fix it boy, it’s not so hard.
Sober up and get serious--
FOCUS.
I am only energy in motion--
a white
astral
aura.
The bearded man,
Keeper
of
Souls
and
Enlightenment
has not called on me
2007-08-08
13:28:50
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