Ten Days Poem by Randy Briggs

Time was the narrowest of

paths of which crossed over and

learnt a lesson-

Ten Days-

Women and whiskey and vodka

rum, gin, beer, wine cheap alcohol and

cigarettes all together too perfect.

Hard to see when you're eyes aren't seeing.

Difficult to think if not thinking clearly.

It was the whole situation in general

I'm too preoccupied with my own despair and loneliness,

Yet for ten days I gained a knowledge maybe some have never had.

Maybe i'm just a fool.

'Can I get a cigarette again please? '

'Guess so'

where did my attitude go? why be so

apathetic all the time?

why not know of that nothing which is knotting and

rotting inside the skull of the memories long fogotten?

Ten Days-

For ten days something happened which

words alone cannot give one a chance to truly comprehend.

Did not eat much don't understand.

Hands slowly working out their own

creativity locked inside of something

which is no longer original.

Off of the beaten path and onto

the straight. where roses relax

felines and the smell of hangover.

'Get me another shot, what time is it? not too early right? '

Ten Days.

For ten days the brain exhausted all energy from...

aura?

glowing she told me on that bus.

'what do you do? '

'im a poet'

she walks away. nobody trusts a poet I guess, i wouldn't

trust her either.

There some logic behind the wall

which slowly is blown away by the wind

and the overall consciousness of all the characters running around.

Perception itself is the tool to change a situation.

Nobody believes that, well I know of a

few I guess.

Understanding is also key,

But one's deeper understanding of others and

one's own kind and gentle ways won't get you far.

I know that for sure.

But for ten days it was lived.