THE LONG AND THE SHORT OF IT

I could feel it flowing 
trapped in the current 
of my marrow 
as the plodding tornado 
of meeting words 
spun on and on and on 

This morning 
I checked myself out 
in the reflection of 
a broken-down hearse 
and the best I could do 
was to not buy fear 
for breakfast 

Now it’s got to be 
midnight somewhere 
so someone open the champagne 
and since we all carry our prisons within us 
let’s fill ‘em with bubbly 
and drown 
our darker than interpretation 
intentions 


January 7, 2019

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