19 January 2010

Death

woke up to my own laughter this morning

...

seven cups of espresso by noon
at sunset crashing to catatonic doom

when you start to see inside your head
you can be sure you're approaching death

the morning hours in a conference call spent
just a year ago I got through them while I slept


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