Present and Accounted For
i am not a savant
but an idiot for
sure for what
some would
say was a
god made
gift but
the word
"gift" in German
translates to the
word "poison" so
let me wake to take
another dose that will
eventually carry over in
to my sleep where the
soundtrack seems to
never end or praise
be to god for this
elevator door to
never open
so that
the continu
ous muzak may
fill my head at every
chosen not my choice
moment with these words
i but not
me write but possibly it
might be did i hear a
tritone i must go to
the cross road and
try to tune in to it
not forgetting
that this is a gift
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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