“Carry Me Home”
what get called vices
people keep as points of pride
until they realize that
these are all of their lives
what get called living hard
I learned with ease
the symptoms soothe
burden of the disease
i know you’re so pretty, girl here in the dark
but i’m going to spend another night at the bar.
all the stretches cut into lines
i consider myself lucky to lose my life
just one day at a time.
the first feel,
that was the fitting of forms,
first framed, foregone, and then forfeit.
bond and a bind both are a bid,
forgive the rend hidden in ribs.
rent the spent.
i don’t try to blur the lines,
but it’s getting hard to tell the difference
between a parable’s lies and parallel lives.
so while we each choke our own throats with quotes,
i’m going to hope
that this close enough to home
to leave well enough alone.
and not to regress from anyone offended,
but i’m tired and benefit from my bed
and a healthy penchant for distance.
at least i’m not in prison.
enough about cancer,
i’m catching a bad one from my own single-standard.
to this end, what makes the difference
is if you arrive by resignation,
contentment,
or determination.
- Dominic Britt
