Oblivion Is Wishful Thinking
Of course, there's always Life to wither you in the mornings
before you've scarcely taken a reverse wink at the living TV
that already has its liquid bloody light filling the tube
like a gasping drunk pounding on your door at five A.M.
but sheets are tangled and alarm clock's electrocuting you
and even though everything, everything is screaming, "The end! The end!"
life goes on as they say so who needs eternity?
Breaking your teeth on your teeth you pray that oblivion
is not just wishful thinking because
Death is the only hope you have
to get out of bed
alive.
Copyright © Garth Von Buchholz | Year Posted 2016
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