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one big fat smile can save you

by Kyle Anne Kish

corral what becomes
the sign of mixed
phrases, soft spoken
sunbeams and the residue
of collateral damage
until your head can no
longer take the spitting
of cockpit nuances.

ride out your fitful
sleep by popping
just one more pill,
the elixir which dreams
are made of, especially
if you can’t dream.

leave yourself a trail
of bed crumbs
so you can find your
way back to sanity
when the time
behooves you.

sure, you have
a bit of control
over your destiny,
especially if you
keep on smiling.

06/01/2008

Posted on 06/01/2008
Copyright © 2021 Kyle Anne Kish

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/01/08 at 05:20 AM

Nice sentiment. I'd say you made a damn good point here.

Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 06/01/08 at 05:25 AM

I like this...seems appropriate for these times, we must keep smiling and laughing! MFS

Posted by Kerowyn Rose on 11/23/08 at 01:56 AM

I love this poem. I have felt as though I needed a pill or something to drag me through days that where I felt a little bit crazy. No one asks you what's wrong if you're smiling! I'm not sure if that is what you were going for, but it is an excellent write. :-)

Posted by Scott Utley on 03/25/09 at 02:57 AM

I am speechless. Honesty scares me. The truth is, however, one path to healing. Thank You!

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