cold allies with chill beacons of winter
said winter flirts with November mid Fall
Mondays are superior by human design
for what matters you see
is not the name but the timing
order and misery of being dead first
a solemn freaky weekly occasion of fucking it up
to norm, a mourn stare moan and sigh
expel expendable little breath at will
can one pour on draft to match the steady rain?
do rein in your misery dear
no booze or drugs for me either,
I prefer my sufferings raw
a sobering kept on check and on tap
the sirens contradict my rights
obscured by bleak binds
pins, needles and dirty nails curve my spine
scratch my gums, untried tasteful mental decline
animals in disarray breakout of their cage at night
to party alongside me.
so I dream it vividly
so I deem it right.
a trip out not a ladder nor a scale
less of a bright slide or a trampoline that's wet
a bridge awaits without reproach when it is dark outside
for one to be careless and awake caring perhaps
a little less, for to forgo fate is to deny
that if one cannot save oneself and wish to burn,
others too cannot save them.
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