(and it started over again)
A 25 million year old frog was found
encased in amber in
slight discomfort
we all make mistakes.
writhing in primordial goo,
I say I've had enough; the
struggle gets damn lonely
I've hit that point where
the hum drum has morphed
into plain numb, synthesizing
now I see it equals unhappy
straight up
And the worst of it? I
have no desire to change that
or do anything whatsoever
my bones are cracked, fractured
my frame has collapsed under
the weight of the sap
as fragile creatures, we know
full well when it's time
to start drinking.
bottoms up.