no overlap

it's either

I'm going to learn latin

or sleep for the next six months

or so

if I ever hope to make it out of this one

still sort of kind of breathing.

 

that is the problem;

having to face everything

head- on and

quite, quite consciously

and cordially.

 

everything I say

tastes like cough syrup,

something bitter

labeled "cherry,"

unwilling sweetness

to placate middle- aged insanity

and a whole trove of failures,

of casualties,

of so forth and so on.

 

really,

I guess I'm just afraid of

1 in the morning,

when you've met sleep

and I've yet to be graced

by any semblance of rest.

 

 

 

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[Shane William]

I really love that metaphor (simile w/e), you used in the 3rd stanza. Great imagery.