"redlines" poems
24 redlines across my arm
Safe from pain free from harm
Slowly it seeps out the pain
Let it drain, to keep me sane
12 drops of heaven on the closet floor
I find my weapon and lock the door
Sorry god, just one more slice
Make it deep. forget the price
6 seconds of internal screaming
Praying to the lord some one can hear me
Silence is now my only friend
No more waiting till I can dice again
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 2:55 AM UTC
Everything’s under control.
Sure, the controls are a bit old —
nah, it’s not quite like a dice roll,
it’s all still working, kind of, all told.
Not to worry, everything’s fine,
all systems are still online
even if it looks like some redlines
are warning us of flaws in the design.
Sure, a failure happened before
that had lots of troubles in store,
hordes of red flags that could not be ignored
but were anyway. Led to one or two wars
but it’s OK, we fixed it back then
without needing to count down from ten.
Shut down your doubts, say yes and amen —
What, me worry? That’s our kind of Zen.
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 5:10 PM UTC