my job is so sobering; i have to drink.
once i could see over their shoulders,
the landscape was so much clearer.

taking off on my own, johnny appleseeding
along in the fast-lane of life. daring
Death to peek around the corner; i'm ready

to take his doldrums with me, be gone with all
sadness in tow, as big as Santa's bag, filled-to-the-
brim with toys, mine filled with all the sad moments.

his to be delivered, mine to take away; we meet
at the split of nightday, lasting only a nano-second;
make the switch. me, standing, left with my dreams.

05/10/2011

Posted on 05/10/2011
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