Two poems II

Something I picked up between life & death

I am
sick to death
of this life,
& it’s
only just beginning
to ramp up___

there was a point a
long time back
where I just didn’t care,
because I thought___
& almost did
die___
& now the fight nears a
decade___,
sure another corner
is being rounded, but___
there’s no denying
I have been beat
to hell
& back, & I just
want
everything
to stop___, even if it
doesn’t
work that way

I don’t give
a fuck.

-

Just smile & nod

Don’t question me___
I don’t.


(I write so I can tell bad jokes only I like___.)