Thursday, August 28, 2014

2.1213 : 8/28/08 : Good Decisions

Do you remember how it felt
to make good decisions
Did it feel like loss
or like finally getting it
don’t go thinking I’m
dull as dirt
cause sure as anything by
dusk I’ll be hitting it
sometimes it goes slow
like cold molasses
Every word like
pulling a tooth
and my day to day
takes flight and blows away
as ungraspable as my fleeting youth
leaving the option of
good decisions, vowing
to extract every drop
of marrow from
the skeletons and skulls
of the latest heaving
bloody breathing crop

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