tripping along

May 8, 2018 by Michael Guerin

tripping along familiar
grooves worn too smooth
from use

or tumbling down another
round from dusk to dawn
again

a slick impulse of habit
so drunk on boredom
it seems

as if everything here
you’ve been forced to see
depends

on some degree of certainty
as the only possible
relief

and there for the taking
sealed with a kiss
perhaps

or tricked by a web of lies —
until it dies.

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