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