beyond survival

heck it doesn’t pay
to admit you’re tired
i remember the good ol’ days
following grandma through the parking lot
the shining stadium in the distance

grandma didn’t believe in shuttles
and by the time we found our seats

metal chairs ranging off into the distance
we didn’t care that you could barely see the field

this was the Dogers!

home of the doger dog
which we were never allowed to get
except once i think

it was my birthday
and i used lots of relish
and it made me sad

no difference really than the ordinary sort
not sure what i was expecting

but anyway
the sky is blue today
with a white that will clench your heart
and burn it cold

doesn’t pay to admit you’re tired
down to the very bone
where prophesies ache

light and distance will dance for the storm
the rush of winter
slamming its own angry fist

it will run you indoors
cursing cigarettes
cursing

and loving home

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