by Daniel N. Flanagan
And I think the nighttime brings about
Promise. In all of us,
Right?
We are all going to compromise,
Capitulate…take that sub-par job; but
Morning comes and
Morning sun run through us, and
We are enlightened, inside as well and
Believe through much narcissism that we can,
And deserve much greater. The walk-on CEO in all us
(men) and it pains us that
Every night is a repeat of
The night before, well…
Tonight. I think. I might.
Call that gas station tomorrow. And
Take that job.
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Thursday, January 23, 2014
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Jumper
by Daniel N. Flanagan
“The only way you’d fall is if you jumped.”
That’s why you’re afraid of ledges
Because a tiny part of you wants to jump
And you fear that man inside your head
Telling you how easy life would finally be.
But I dangle off the ledge, because I’m not afraid.
I’m already dead.
“The only way you’d fall is if you jumped.”
That’s why you’re afraid of ledges
Because a tiny part of you wants to jump
And you fear that man inside your head
Telling you how easy life would finally be.
But I dangle off the ledge, because I’m not afraid.
I’m already dead.
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