unsure footing

 
the morning has
overslept

dreams left behind.
are thorns in my bed

a brisk walk in the
iodine air

going to get an order
of eggs a-la apocalypse

drinking Bloody Mary's
with Stalin, Courtney
Love and Dali

scraping the bird shit
of the day off of the
brain

it's the footsteps you
don't hear coming
that will get you

hand of
fate

all hands on
deck

getting a handle
on life

life,
sooner or later,
hands you
over to
God

let's hope that along
the way we have made
an angel or two smile

as we walk with unsure
footing along this long,
craggy, abysmal and
completely beautiful
road to heaven