To The Edge or How I Spent My Summer Vacation (2005)
Jamming my 4x4 down slope,
smunching metal,
busting glass,
jerking it into rocks and stumps for maximum damage
I drag myself behind to rip open my ugliness
and let the shame run free.
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Near the bottom, the engine still running,
I feel it’s close,
Somewhere here,
My destination.
My purpose behind all this
Pain.
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Here it is! After all this time!
I kept covering it up when I wasn’t looking.
No wonder I couldn’t find the motherfucker.
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Bruised and bloodied
but anticipating return on my investment
I drag myself to the edge and take
A Good Look.
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Jesus! It’s a hole!
A bottomless hole!
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Something inside
recoils me back from the edge
and I know.
Self-torture has no return or end,
only deeper darkness.
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The engine dies, my heart and pockets empty.
Abyss in front, wreck behind,
I sit and smell the woods.