All Too Bright
by Matt Lamson
The rest of the world seems all too bright,
trapped inside the orange bottle,
hiding behind curtains drawn.
When waking each noon,
becomes an effort so unbearable,
that the dead phone on it’s coiled noose,
appears more comforting daily.
The ritual
of handfulls,
of capsules,
like the clock ticking in a rest home,
ravages the comfort zone.
The irony of this addiction,
deadliest of sins-
out of my control,
out of my shaking hands-
offers such heavenly sleep.
July 10th, 2007 at 6:48 pm
the phone- the clock- wonderfully written matt.
xoxo
July 17th, 2007 at 8:41 pm
We love it but we don’t understand. It is beyond our 16 year old minds.
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