That Fine Little Line

There's a fine little line betwixt and between
that moment of starting or keeping the future-
scary big and unforeseen

Many a time I dance that line
and race up the stairs to retreat into-
slumber.

For sanctuary I find
in comforters and pillows.

And then after I am well rested,
I wake up.
Decide I'm gonna do it anyway.


When I vault passed the line
anxiety or excitement

kicking dirt in fear's face,

I grow stronger.

It's not that I'm not,
I just forget sometimes.
My resilient, tenacious,
bright, bold, self.

Then fear chimes in
with the what if and what not,
and the shoulds and the shouldn't
and so on

And tell fear to fuck off.
I'm gonna do it anyway.

And then I do it;
growing stronger.

~A

a life sentence...

If I believed what I saw on TV, I’d be a fuckin millionare; my home based internet business would let me afford that super mega trillion GHz system with true surround sound to organize my life and order at my fingertips a pill for my mate that’ll make me come, and that wonderful silver necklace that’ll make me shine with my overpriced make up to make my man stay if I exercise more and clean everything with pine scented cleaners and futuristic gadgets that make my life easy to fix any problem with the switch of a button, undone with plastic breasts my life could be better when I buy real estate and stay up too late, TV sucks my ass.

~g