...and Regrets

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by: Gregg M. Pasterick
uploaded: 02/09/2017
notes:
 I think the TV is watching me.
I can feel it's eyes upon me.
It's four in the morning and I can't sleep
and my feet are on fire with neuropathy.

Straddling the ley lines
like I'm straddling a fence.
It smells of burnt bologna
and regrets.

I long ago found it meaningless,
the push and pull of this Jungian game.
I step outside and find Jupiter.
I'm the only one. It's such a shame.

Straddling the ley lines
like I'm straddling a fence.
It smells of burnt bologna
and regrets.

I free myself of the gravity
while the TV continues to observe.
The Buddha smiles. The gargoyles stare.
I've probably gotten what I deserve.

Straddling the ley lines
like I'm straddling a fence.
It smells of burnt bologna
and regrets.

Copyright 2017 Gregg M. Pasterick
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Tagses: cosmic amercan,below-fi,acoustic, (we can link these up later)

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