Lighted Bridge – Light Traffic
From Hiding to Blogging Blurring Scenes at Mall of America
A place filled with mostly unfinished stories. Begun primarily as a direct result of my association with the OC Writer's Guild
Lighted Bridge – Light Traffic
From Hiding to Blogging Blurring Scenes at Mall of America
Lying on your death bed – you’re
Weakened
Sore
Frail
She sits across the room from you – she’s
Smiling
Smug
Content
When the doctor comes in – he’s
Busy
Reading your chart
Scribbling notes
She feigns concern for his sake
Asking
About doses
And food
You struggle to tell him but
You’re unable to speak
This is all her fault, Doc
You should call the Police
She’s been killing me slowly
For 53 years
Buying me cigarettes
Buying me beers
Basted eggs and bacon
Donuts galore
She’d say Here you go honey
And serve up some more
The things that she did will make me pass away
But chances are I would have died anyway so
When I’m gone please remember I had a good life
Primarily due to the love of my wife