Friday, January 2, 2015

Hildy Johnson

I need the risk to make it worthwhile,
the chance to lose it all,
every choice, every trial,
makes me stand or fall.

I need the possibility of dying
if I toe too close the line,
I need the vultures flying
overhead, not in my mind.

I need just like MacDonald,
sunning on his Steel Beach;
I need fewer, smaller handholds,
and civilization out of reach.

I could do without the CC
running circles in my head,
it's crowded enough up there
with nothing left unsaid.

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