great way to end the week
your eyes began to leak
on your
drive
to work
your weary head starts
to hurt
sleepless
squinty eyes water
as you fumble and feel
that smoke wont clear
your head,
but it keeps your
hands on the wheel
fuck that.
fucking
stupid radio
god damn
ipod
shuffles songs
that make you
way too low
looking down
you begin to curse,
fuck that photo
on that LCD
it only makes it worse,
grab that phone
a call
you have to make,
talk about
this
free
fall
the toll its gonna take
you pause to feel
the pain of
one
million
razors.
cut through you
as
eyes burn like
theyve been gouged out by lazers,
as complaceny
escapes
your stomach heaves
and gut rots like cancer,
the call you want to make
there no one there
to answer
i say
we’re born to live
but dropped in cages,
forced to read
from thier pages,
and then
freed
to
mingle,
love,
and
breed across the ages
find work or trade
and earn meager wages
this makes life
no less than extrodinary
learn well from your
mentors now
they all die eventually
and
one day
you’ll feel lucky
for that memory
and then
feel
luckier
if you could
just forget
everything
whats sad…you cant…
and the impact takes awhile
this is you
missing persons
and there is no report to be filed
cause when life
stops
ends abruptly,
there is
no report
its called
an obituary,
there are
no leads
to follow
no trail
gone cold
you sigh, and think
he spent a lifetime growin up
and then he
grew
too
old.
and
now
speaking
outloud,
the
words spun
from a quivering mouth
dad…
it would
of been nice
to talk to
you
today…
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