tipping point
I live on
A precipice
Somewhere between
The light
And the dark
The good and the
Bad
And whatever it
Is
Or was
I sought
Seems to be
Hanging
Just
At the end
Of the next
Bottle
Or cul-de-sac
And I'm sure
I can get there
Find it
Make it
Pinch it
With one more
Go
Or drink
Or visit
Or dime
And everything
...Monday 25th January 2016 10:57 am
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