Refusing Dawn, or Guts For Love

December 16, 2014

 
I can Recognize, but hell,
I can’t Realize so well.
I’d drink more coffee but my cardiologist insists I don’t
I’d drink more coffee but my heart man
prescribes “not so smart, man”.
I’d think more whiskey would push me
to bask at last in a primal light,
but my general practitioner generally frowns
about practicing until I get it right.
I’d read more
but eyes see less.. I digress,
I’d come 2/pray more/give in/give more/dream-sleep in/weep for once/
walk the lit dark like I used to/
take the darklight I’ve refused to.
I can Recognize, but hell,
I don’t Realize so well.

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.(from way back)

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3 Responses to “Refusing Dawn, or Guts For Love”

  1. I love your writing style, so captivating!

  2. great words . nicely put together.

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