Saturday, April 26, 2014

Those Days



Certain days can simply start with a shift
to one shoulder while lying in bed
waiting for the night to yield

or with the familiar scratch and smell of burning sulfur
as a cigarette begins to glow in mornings early dark,
long before the alarm clock fails to
shut its ringing mouth.

On certain days the thoughts of what is coming or the loss
of that good and certain thing, now stiff and dead,
overtake us and will not let the stillness be.

It shakes you with its two cold, black hands
and tries to eat into your brain,
paralyzing the mind
and growling that it is today
you must choose.

Certain days require the lifting of a finger
and choosing to push only one small button

live

pause

stop or

done.

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