Daniel B. Silver

Wake


Drunk and then sober
Despair, sleep and then over
A fleeting, little crisis
That was destined to fail 

Low and then over
Depression and then covered
The over and under
Of waking the next day

 A hermit and a rover
Such a self-destructive poseur
You take the high road always
Despite your unrelenting brain

 Like the White Cliffs of Dover
Your will towers over
This wanton feeling of sanction
As all its lying wanes