Complacently
Resisting
I am not typing this,
I’m
in denial still.
Persisting
as I do each day,
I’m holding off the tomb.
I
can’t be held accountable,
There
just aren’t rules for this.
Not
thinking of the words I say,
Not
lying there in wait.
My
lack of order on the page,
Complacent
are my eyes.
Flailing
without motioning,
Screaming
with no sound.
Apparent
is my crumbled state,
My
cheek upon the ground.
My
burgled will is on display,
Its
guts are hanging down.
No
resolve to save the day,
The
song just ends like this.
JKF
1/22/16
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