After The Heart Attack

I have seen the best minds of my generation
ruined by work, tv and french fries
staggering through neon streets for a fix
of meaningfulness amid the delusion
struggling hopelessly to enjoy their damaging lives

The heart attack woke me five a.m.
with an angry fist in my chest
Sleeping that night was hard
I wondered before returning to sleep
would I ever wake again?

Should regret the onion rings—but it was not their fault
should regret the tv—but I turned it on
should regret the work that paid so well for destroying my passion
but I don’t, even though they all ground me down
to a tiny vial of grit

To be one less voice co-opted by the delirium of Moloch…
to ensure I will wake and not go through this again
is for me
to make my life worth waking for
instead of what society demands

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About Victor Schwartzman

For me, writing is a life's journey. I rarely submit--for better or worse, the writing is 'the thing.' The first goal is to have work in progress. The second is that the work is personally satisfying. The third is that the content deals with an important issue. If I don't write regularly, I get very more and it isn't pleasant. Probably my best stuff is the graphic novel, The Winnipeg Weakly Herald. Red Fez has the first seven (unedited) chapters.
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