It takes a large cup of coffee, a tinge of caffeine to
Latch on to my lazy brain matter,
And I actually think without it,
I’d be dead.
My legs would forget to move about,
Leading to my hands becoming numb and
Forgetting what it is they’re supposed to do,
Leading to my eyes forgetting to open
(Or not having the strength to),
Leading back to the nerve center
Which wouldn’t wake up in time to tell everyone else
It’s time to live.
It’s something that I can’t help but think about
Because we think that certain things
Keep us going
Or leaving
Or something of the sort
And it might be even simpler than that.
And she asks me,
“What is it? Is it me? Is there something I could’ve done?”
But my lazy mind can’t construct an answer
I take a sip, I breathe out
“It’s fine. I’m better now.”
My legs just kicked out, kicking a hole into my wall
My arms begin lashing, four wine glasses
In pieces about my feet, shining, smiling at me
There are no other answers
Besides the American dream living, breathing
Within the constructs of a small Ethiopian seed

09/27/2010

Posted on 09/27/2010
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