Three train intersection

Trying to write,

yet your eyes fall shut.

It’s not easy

being hip

when you’re dead tired.

I can’t go on now,

I’m so sleepy

the pen in my hand

feels heavy to the touch.

Just things,

mindless things,

come down on paper,

get caught in words…

Life and death

embrace,

caress,

lovingly,

in gruesome union

always.

While doing one,

the other approaches,

silent but deadly,

as dusk creeps closer.

For now, we’ll just live

and take tomorrow as it comes.

MdG