Slow Road

I've breathed In and

I've breathed out

For more than a little while now.

And the last time I looked

I had a roof above my head.

And my friends would work 

at a wedding or a wake

If I or someone else insisted.

I have an interesting family

That, should they not live forever,

will all forever play 

low-slung guitars 

in my personal definition of cool.

I love the person 

I'm travelling with, 

and with a reason:

she said she'd take the road with me

Makes me smile.

On any given night.

If there's a better reason

I haven't heard it yet.

I think I'd rather like to take

the slow road to death.