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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Dan Carey


 

Day to Day

Wake up, out of bed, get back
into bed, where suicide kings tug
my collar, then seep into cracks
of doubt. Choices get made: to shrug

off what's tough to reach, tip
scales in favor of an easy something
else; cruise control on a loose trip
toward modern icons of Hell.

I've lost hours to that beast
born of wasted time and self-abuse...
hope the death pangs settle west
for a while, rest their weary boots

that mirror these joys breaking
inside, where there's no prop—
until then I'm not alive, nor stalwart
enough to stop loving what kills.