Propel

Cold world catches

the morning sun on my face

creased by a silk pillowcase.

Sometimes we take what we’re given --

maybe it’s time to throw back

the excess of what we never really lacked.

Last time I checked

there were no eyes

on the back of my head

so I’ll keep staring straight ahead.

To the death!

I raise my glass
and forget.

© 2016 d.c.p.