You'Re Up
when you think you're out of the woods
three-headed alligators come chasing
somehow invisible, the apocalypse holds a card for you
the black sky cracks open, rolling icy thunder
in your direction
the things you said were quite tough
but were not, and never will be
birthed from some divine origin enough
in order to keep from reality
that single mind-blowing TRUTH!
that henceforth and forever-more you'll stand
and lie
in numb submission to;
this cold wait for nothing is yours and mine
ryan thomas
Copyright © Ryan Thomas | Year Posted 2010
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