It’s time
to just be high
and let go
of one moment
of control.
I can’t feel much
in my little fingers
right now. My feet
burn whenever
I put weight on them.
Something’s
wrong with my body,
but nothing’s wrong with
that;
what’s happening
is what should happen
at this stage
of The Condition
and
while I’ll treat it
and fight it and
et cetera it,
it’s doing
what it is made to do and
the body’s reacting
as it was made to do
so
I’m going to get high
and take a moment to say
all is dead on for the horizon
and all is right with
my tingling, burning,
blood-shot world.

April 23rd, 2014 at 5:45 am
I like it when a poem speaks. Nice
April 23rd, 2014 at 5:46 am
Thank you.