Life Insurance
A plan that keeps you in a lifetime of poverty so
your insurance agent can die rich.
Life Insurance
A plan that keeps you in a lifetime of poverty so
your insurance agent can die rich.
Sometimes when you're in a bad place
life becomes a better Hell, you may pick
up your cross and carry it to a mountaintop,
but you'll never pick up your headstone from
your grave. Death’s patient as the sunlight, no
chains can hold back the rushing of time. Where
insults breach propriety and inflamed barbs may
constitute threats, you laugh at the circus within.
Wobbled restraint. My heightened shadows crest
upon the beaten past and the sunlight
Herding Cretan milk goats and chanting Greek verses to poly gods, writers ascribe to the pastoral hymns of sorrow where time’s the thief...