Lived through another big wreck.
No time
to look back,
and kick the flaming tires
on a life
that’s just a pillar
of black smoke.
Pushed the boundary again.
Came back to Earth
with all the rage
of a man
realizing that
he can break any law,
but he can’t escape physics.
Fuck.
It’s another recovery day.
Booze fueled the intrepid,
but it burns mystic blue at night,
pure,
invisible in daylight.
Walk back out to the edge.
Sit down
and hang those old boots over.
Maybe it’s not time.
Maybe the work is here.
There’s enough material
in the wreckage
to at least start building a life.
Head shaking from side to side
and a smile that shows the laugh lines
around the eyes.
Guess some answers
are gonna have to wait.
Chase Death so long,
life gets missed,
and there’s only one time around.
Stand up.
Back turned on forever.
Eternity will have to wait.
There’s work
to be done
right here.
HG – 2022
