nobody speaking is boring…

“‘talkin’ to ya”

it’s all under control;
you can’t assume anything
anymore. i’m drawing down a
cigarette on a ten degree
night, laughing, trying to
remember why & failing.

my hands are cold but i’m
smiling all the way down
to the end of the story.
this shit crosses ya up
at times; you’ll get
used to it.

talked to a friend a while
back ’bout my problems,
he told me i complained too
much. “let it go already man,
that ship sailed. stop
staring at the fucking
horizon.”

he was right by default.
we went back to work
wrecking temples; insufla-
tion duty awaited
to ward off the cold, even
lacking a steady hand
anywhere in the room.

now listen close,
i got it under
control; you know that.
i’m safe here & you
can’t pretend honesty like
that.

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Dedicated to the Ashtray Alarm Clock Club & the boys at the home office. The office party was a blast. Now, if we do it again we risk losing some employees and a possible lawsuit. Most everyone had a great time though, so don’t rule it out entirely.