the last hunger after the final sleep
on the edge of three am, on the lip of
four in the morning
things are clearer now
love is all that mattered
friend, in the truest since of
the word
is all that really mattered
i went too the closet today and
locked myself in there
i said boo seven times waiting
for the terror to come
but it was too tired to come
so i suppose after thirty two years
sitting here
drinking a beer
i've overcome
something