the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Social Lubricant

I had been digging my own grave,
Adjusting my bow tie,
Telling myself I'd been brave,
But a spark was enough
So I stood up.
A thousand emails cleared and a shaved beard,
Some sort of inherent power.
I'll shower myself with delusions for a while
Top-shelf-picking in an endless, nameless aisle.
Sticky situations won't make joints looser,
But a goop, goop, goober,
Something really super
Will sooner amount to something more
Than a poem and a picture door.

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