not too young, sometimes

Some morning I just want to wake up
slowly to cool morning air
and barely sunshine, barely breathe at all,
watch my breath break free from these tired old lungs
and wander out, safe as catacombs
a rocking chair on the porch and on
to earn a few dark merit badges in “wonderful” and
one for “walking in the woods to piss.”
However else it happens after that is fine.

2004-10-22 | 10:37 a.m.
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