My Head, the Hearse
It has been years since
my mind has been alive.
There has been muddling,
routine, rote direction,
and inanity, but the firing
of any mental electric
has seen its last.
The days drone on
and they run into
the next and the next
and survival is the norm.
Past of late nights
spent in conversation elite
with sacrifice of sleep
are long past. Today
the talk is of the pain
and medicinal recovery.
It is only a matter
of time before the strain
drives me straight
into the dirt.
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