Monday, June 6, 2011

The Cities Calling

I could not wake up,
could not open my eyes.
The shipyard music played
some horrible lie.

And the ketch kept rocking,
the tides running out,
The Cities calling,
My mind clouded with doubt.

A strange person was snoring right next to my head.
Constantly telling me I was happy,
I remember with dread..

It was time to go home,
so I'd fall out of bed,
smacking hard on the hatch,
my Serequel'd head.

Then I'd pop some Ability,
crawled to the Head,
wet down my hair,
then wished I was dead.

Lara Nelson 6-6-2011

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