Snagging Mars

I'm not sure

       What to say

Not looking forward

        To the next day

Pills not helping

        Crush them up

Half fucking empty

        Touch the cup

Sick of this tired of that

        Crawling skin waving bat

Fucking up reckless

        Sick and helpless

Buried alive

        Worlds do collide

Keep on wishing

        Shooting stars

As I'm fishing

        Snagging Mars

Nothing ideal

        It's preposterous

Numb yet I feel

        So lost in this

Thinking about death

        An awful lot

As if my last breath

       Was a blood clott

If life is Broadway

       I'm not a dancer

I'd rather not say

       I think this is cancer

My only conclusion

      Before I'm in the ground

Is to hope for profusion

      My written voice passed down

Daniel

Jacob

Dabney

And

My

Blah

Fucking

Blah

06-24-16