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Down Time (avant garde poetry, mature)  by mjbelluto

Down time.

Makes me realize it's time to draw the line.

Drink my milk it does a body good.

Now all I need is mind, soul, and heart food.

What it is I just don't know.

I just need something to make me get up and go.

Shirt made of silk, and pants to go along with.

Where am I going with tie wrapped around my neck.

Not the right place where am I supposed to be.

But hey whatever works it doesn't bother me.

Cat calls coming from the women,

Now all I need is a set of instructions.

Then I might have a clue.

As to what it is I'm supposed to do.

Another minute passed, another baby born.

Too bad it's into this **** up world.

As the baby grows older,

The feelings of proper thought grow colder.

So what is it they're trying to find?

Sometimes the truth,

And the rest of the time they accept the lies.

Hospital beds more become open,

As they people in there slowly start folding.

Closing out there life

It's time for certain ones to say goodbye.

So here it is where the next victim lies.

In a cheap bed with remote control,

Looking for a way for someone else to take his soul

Take your pill.

Happy now that you've had your fill.

Essence of time.

Reality check step out of line.

Do what it is you're going to do.

But always remember there is someone trying to stop you.

It's just a simple matter of time.

Before you find someone getting in the way of your life

The kid grows and finds his own way.

It all becomes too much so he sleeps until the next day.

He comes to the conclusion that it's got to end.

Picks up the gun and points it to his head.

Pulls the trigger and no bullets are left.

He thinks about what he has just done.

And decides one more day, just one

So he lives 24 extra hours.

And yet still feels as if his life has gone sour.

If it weren't for bad luck he would have none.

But he realized somewhere in the middle it wasn't yet his time to be gone.

He hasn't seen anything yet.

He knows how much life he has left.

No more down time,

He knew what was right so he drew his line.

Keep living day by day and he'll find what it is he needs to find. 
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Date created: Jan. 7, 2009
Date published: Jan. 7, 2009
Comments: 0
Tags: avant-garde, fiction, poem, poetry
Word Count: 1781
Times Read: 858
Story Length: 1