Relax
At my temples, my mind starts to ache
and starts to wander away from the sweet
sights and sounds of reality.
My heart starts pounding,
like a headhunter's drum-
and I see a cloth of RED
fill mine very own eyes with ENVY!
See nothing but red, I see my soul
turn black (at that very hour,)
the telephone rings,
and snaps me back into reality.
I answer, "Hello?"
It was reality,
knocking me back down on my knees;
holding my gut.
bleeding from my mouth, nose and eyes,
I feel myself relax...
I lay back with a weak and weary heart,
I light a cigarette and smoke,
clouded lungs,
like a clouded mind of cluelessness
and I take reality for what it really is,
a joke.
I laugh in amusement,
like a simple child at a circus,
and I relax
and take every single last blow.
11-11-2013
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
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