By Angel no1halo@yahoo.com
Date: 15 April 2000
In My Struggle
i turn up the bottle and drink
thirstily
every drop of your love
and then i hurl it skillfully
across the room
and as i watch it shatter
on the baseboard in front of me
i laugh uncontrollably
mechanically
melodramatically
and i fall heavily back onto
my full feather bed
with matching naked pillow
right under my head
and the feathers FLY
exploding all around my head
and float aimlessly about
their destiny, i dread
so i start to blow
those little feathers
instead
of just watching them fall
on the wrong side of the bed
and i blow so hard
i give out of breath
with many more feathers
above me
left
to fall wherever they may
as i rest
i lay back helplessly as i watch them
drift
every which way
as the air in the room shifts
and i realize as i see them rest
(many on the right side, not on the left)
that my labored breath
was mostly not to my advantage at all
but to my regret.
Angel 4/15/00
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