Wednesday, May 4, 2011

The Back Deck Apocalypse

Yes I see.
Myself, I know.
I see myself.

On my deck
with whiskey and smoke
down my neck.

I'm writing about my fight
with myself.
The good fight.

The good fight that hurts.
The toils and troubles
and burns.

About the hard forgiveness
within a cold heart.

The fight is successful
because the fight exists.

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