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Perfect Contentment.
Bourbon And Sweet Cream On Ice
Clatter Like Gently Tossed Dice
Rain's Mist Rises - I'm Okay.
Fogged Windows Glow Red And Blue
Inside Light's A Yellow Hue
Gray Dusk Sets In - I'm Okay.
Lost Eyes On The Exit Door
Calm Pacing Across The Floor
Indie Rhythm - I'm Okay.
Warm Broken-In Leather Seat
Slow, Blurred Traffic In The Street
God In The Air - I'm Okay.
March 14th Is Okay.
Clatter Like Gently Tossed Dice
Rain's Mist Rises - I'm Okay.
Fogged Windows Glow Red And Blue
Inside Light's A Yellow Hue
Gray Dusk Sets In - I'm Okay.
Lost Eyes On The Exit Door
Calm Pacing Across The Floor
Indie Rhythm - I'm Okay.
Warm Broken-In Leather Seat
Slow, Blurred Traffic In The Street
God In The Air - I'm Okay.
March 14th Is Okay.
Published 4th Mar 2015
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Anonymous
4th Mar 2015 10:28pm
Brilliant write, Nicky.. really dig this.. and anything with bourbon is great.. thanks for sharing..
Dave
Dave
I can't help but give commentary. Yes, I'm aware today isn't March 14th, but it feels like it. It feels like a day that would exist before a tragedy like the Ides of March, but without the overwhelming sense of dread. It feels like perfect contentment amidst a world that keeps spinning at a mind blowing speed, one that comes only once every lucky toss of dice and even though uncertainty still lingers it's an evening that I am unbelievably grateful for. I hope this was evident in the poem :)
