I know the good and the bad of it
Where the pendulum has swung
And where it intends to swing next
My body is filled with the knowledge of it
Poisoned marrow mixed in my bones
With a fresh prescription of penicillin
An invoice sitting on the coffee table waiting to be paid
My hand hovering over an overflowing astray
Holding a half smoked and forgotten about cigarette
A dust pan prompted against the stool it’s on
My growling liver eating the contents of my wallet
Leaving a receipt from the ABC store clinging to the condensation
Moistening the bottle of left out ***
This feeling of post apogee
The silent deafening moment
Of situational actualization
The view from the tipping point that lingers just long enough
To still see every vantage point, the good and the bad of it all.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
I know the good and the bad of it
Where the pendulum has swung
And where it intends to swing next
My body is filled with the knowledge of it
Poisoned marrow mixed in my bones
With a fresh prescription of penicillin
An invoice sitting on the coffee table waiting to be paid
My hand hovering over an overflowing astray
Holding a half smoked and forgotten about cigarette
A dust pan prompted against the stool it’s on
My growling liver eating the contents of my wallet
Leaving a receipt from the ABC store clinging to the condensation
Moistening the bottle of left out ***
This feeling of post apogee
The silent deafening moment
Of situational actualization
The view from the tipping point that lingers just long enough
To still see every vantage point, the good and the bad of it all.
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