all part of the plan
burning the candle at both ends again
those that don’t know me are worried
they don’t understand how the madness
the chaos, the apparent disorder is all
part of the plan
how the wax from the candle burns
the chest and that smell is called
desire
how the voices create a symphony
all i have to do is put the words
on the page
battling arthritis
depression
endless amounts of pain
a failing liver
and a liquor cabinet that doesn’t
pay for itself
i know this isn’t the lifestyle of
someone who wants to live forever
i never set my sights that far
week by week has been most
of my adult life
never had the money to think
about two or three years ahead
and trust me
scribbling down words at three
in the morning is proof that isn’t
going to change anytime soon
Topnotch! This is one of your best pieces I’ve had the privilege of reading to date. I always enjoy your poems, but this one stands out like a — to paraphrase the man — tarantula on a slice of angel food.
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thank you very much
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