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everybody lives forever somewhere

by Cole Atkinson

you'll find me in the morning,
not quite drunk,
kinda swaying in the bed of my pickup.
with a half-empty, half-full bottle of jack
held in my earth-dusted hand,
i'll be drinking the sunrise away
like it's something to strive for.

i guess you could call it meditation.

maybe i'll be hoping you'll find me
whenever i decide to disappear,
but i guess everybody lives forever somewhere.

04/10/2011

Posted on 05/01/2011
Copyright © 2024 Cole Atkinson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/15/17 at 06:03 AM

Congrats on POTD, Cole. Great read...poem!

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