Almost but not quite.

i was in an almost coma position
a lazy morning with red, tired eyes
and an almost-about-to-explode skull of drained braincells
like a dripping crumpled wet towel inside a wooden pail

almost screaming but not quite.
i held myself to compose.

pray. and wait with patience and trust.
everything's possible when you give yourself to Him.

now i say to myself,
twas really a silly dream to see yourself counting those multi-colored capsules
and swallow them all.
how sick and selfish you are,
without thinking of other possibilities.

Geez, there is really a factual miracle.

and i wonder again, will these expected guests be greater than those unexpected ones?
what a disastrous rock n' roll wake time to look forward to.