Pastrami, If Not Salami....A Guide To Failed Heart Fatigue In Human Look-Alikes
A regular day in someone else's pairAdice (snake eyes!),
that wouldn't've been given that "second thought"
a few little years ago. (Or, maybe not even a first
thought if it occurred before your Leah died).
Seems every fucking slightest move....
Them soul cooties is all outta whack, providing a most discomfiting,
enduring, unflagging weariness, unimaginable in it's scope
and context, to the average liver of human life, (except
perhaps by paralytics of some ilk or an'other).
No pride (for sure) in being a "survivor" of twenty years of
cardiac battle, combat, (or any other lame metaphor that
suits your craving some validation on this puny human scale).
EXhausting! It's sitting right here, right in front of me, awaiting judgement
of the regular guy, common man/woman, who's job it is
to decode for encrypted evidence of fraud, foul play, or
even parent'icide in any world not so different from
one's overblown fantasies.
(Ah, but, of course, there'in lies The Awareness yet to be cultivated!)