Tock, tock tock

...still waiting.

Tick, tick, tick

I’m waiting for experience to turn into one genuine emotion.

No Legacy

Oh gallant me. The buzz demurs, the fuzz endures.

I emerge from the dark to shed light.

Leave it to me to insert the numbness, leave it to me to neutralize the chemistry.

Acid and base collide.

Leave it to me to ice the ice.

I am walking static—white noise personified.

I slink back into the dark.

Minor legacies left behind.

Absent from the former wide wake wave of potential,

still cutting through a choppy tide.

 

Cafe

 NancyG [10:31 AM]:  PK, WHAT is going ON? I'm sorry I wasn't around last night....had some serious muscle spasms to work out...I just read what you wrote yesterday. How much worse will it get for you? How much more will rise to the top before you get to the bottom of all this.....How can I help?

Man over

Man over, lost forever

Man over, I think he’s dying.

No need to throw the life preserver,

He’s already drowned himself inside.

 

It started when he found the bottle,

And he he held it in his hand

 

And he poured the liquor in his body

And he thought he was a man.

Man over

That hot breeze was blowing steady

That day he went in from the side

 

And I guess his heart was warm and heavy

From the drinking and the pride,

 

Did he leap into the water?

Or did the wind just blow him down?

 

Well I guess it doesn’t matter,

Cause he was already drowned

Man over

 

Man over, lost forever

Man over, I think he’s dying.

 

No need to throw the life preserver,

He’s already drowned himself inside.

 

--Robinella