Posted: December 12, 2012 in Poetry, Prose
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She focuses so much on things that could happen;

She always misses what is happening.

Smokes so much she makes me want to quit.

An air of ominous doom,

Sits thicker than the smoke she exhales.

It is overwhelmingly depressing.

Anything larger than small doses,

Drives one to madness.

I love better from a distance.

I’ve heard insanity defined:

They say:

Doing the same thing over and over,

And expecting different results.

I say that’s not really that crazy.

What’s insane is doing the same thing,

Over and over,

Knowing the result,

Will be the same pain as before,

But doing it anyway.

They also say:

If you’re not a part of the solution,

You’re a part of the problem.

God, I hope that isn’t so…

I just sit and watch,

Her deteriorate and disappear.

Bit by bit…

Piece by piece…

And all I can do is alleviate.

Make her laugh.

Stress her about my crazy life.

My life,

Is performance art.


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