Forever Poem by Anthony Liccione

takes lifetime
to get there,
sacrificing unstable
illusions for concrete illnesses,
waiting for that day to
pull the trigger to time,
to the bottle, to the time in a bottle,
that is an issue in itself,
or so she says,
but i tell her it buys me time;
i can escape from the lease,
the leash pulled tight
around my neck, those people i think
to trust, later drag me
to their own discretion
so i let the drum beat
the guitar string strum
the piano keystrike long
enough to bleed the blood
orange birds to sing
in the last morning sun,
disappearing.