Sunday, April 30, 2006

 

amidst greatness
shrinking away from laughter
the bottle grew heavy in his hand

it was sometime after noon,
yet before the early eve,
that the eyes began to drop/ head nodding off
mind blurring

waiting around to die
-- a song from a long time ago --
ambles through his mind and
a tear slides down his cheek

there are plenty of things
to do in my time
besides wating around to die

posted by Hog 5:44 PM