Monday, August 5, 2019

13 oclock blues



13 o'clock blues.
____________

There's Time for one last
Memory,
before the lead hits,
and your clock strikes thirteen.

 Pull up a sheet and sleep
a while.

 (drown in the wails of
loved ones as they weep.)

Did you think trading one
hell for another would solve
anything?

 God was never a doctor
you know.

(he just plays one on
t.v.)

+

Sorrow to the point
of 
Rage is
an understatement,

but we were always
two masters
of
understating life's
worst
predicaments weren't
we?

It's no wonder
I hide 
my
feelings from
the world.

 (preferring to
exist
in a state
of apathy.)

+

You've opened
the
door to a
season
of change that
still
seems fresh
and
painfully new.

A Season
Dead
with nothing
but
old memories.

A Season lost
and
cold without you.

(Hell,

at times
I
forget whether
it's

you or
My
Shadow
I'm even
talking to.)
_

I won't waste
Time
with
mystical
cliches, or
say
absurd things
like:

"see you on
the
other side"

 or:

"I hope you're 
in a
better place."


We knew the truth
then,
just as we know it
now.

The truth that
life is
merely a series
of graves

from which
the
dead can never
dig
themselves out!

Some just put
on
Fresh New Faces,

and
look through
Ancient Eyes
into
an abyss which
spans
on For All Eternity..


endlessly waiting!!!!!

(for their clock
to
strike thirteen.)

J.Stephen.H.

++++++++++++++

for Donovon.


Oct. 6 1986-Sept. 8 2013





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