"Ain't Dead Yet"

Coffee Breath---

Lofty Ambition--

Tuck my sorrow to sleep---

Another day; pride is a calloused hand.

Wash my face---

leaky faucet that I promise I'll fix;

mourning crisp cleanse---

I saw you sleeping in my dreams. 

I woke up and punched a mirror. 

One more try---

If you die enough

you might be allowed to live. 

They turned the lights off again.

I get paid on Friday; laughter is better

then tears. 

Coffee breath---

lofty ambition---

One more day

of tireless work---

To come home in a hungry

quiet kitchen. 

A pack of ice in the freezer to keep the veggies alive. 

Pride; I pick at calloused hands. 

Dear sorrow, 

tattoo your name 

in the image of a coyote. 

Dear sorrow, 

tattoo your name

in the image of a knight. 

Dear sorrow, 

tattoo your name 

in the image of a wave. 

Dear sorrow, 

you are my slave. 

I am sorry if I made believe something 

different. 
You are my servent---

my genie in a bottle. 

I am your master---

My wishes will always be self interested. 

I will never free you from my chains. 
Help me tie my laces and get the ladder out the truck. 

These walls will not paint themselves. 

 

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