Wednesday, January 4, 2012


I’m ready to meet my maker
To become unmade falling
Apart at the seams like a
Long way down from grace
Without a trace of suspicion
I can’t hardly close my eyes
Without seeing what’s got
Me nailed dead to rights &
Left me digging in a pocket
Full of dirt & stones & all I
Wanted was ashes to ashes
Dust to dust now my mettle
Has started to rust one flake
At a time crumbled of faith
& doused of flame looking
For the sunny side up & a
Good cup of coffee


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