disaster strikes
and snow will
be dumped down
on top or so they say
don’t blink
be happy and ignore
the ugly facts
and lack of friends
don’t need them never did
just wanted to feel loved
and I do so I will stop
complaining
and wait for disaster to strike
once or twice
like a man without a country
done in a day
right before or during disaster
should be more secure
know the self and what I am doing
pen in hand the eleventh finger
sixth on the right
like a plastic bag over the face
told I am my own disaster and I found
all I want right here got worries still
it makes me human
or so I thought just don’t like
disastrous surprises that will do more
damage than the impending snow to come
sudden chill up one arm
and down the other
inside at last with pen and no smoke
listening to the sounds all around
used to be music I chose
now I listen as a teenager talks
to his video game has no idea
the disaster that may loom ahead
not so far off the point always
that there is no point to anything
and no matter how good
is done the worst I have been
is what is remembered
pen still in hand it won’t fall
even when I do…
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