Wednesday, November 8, 2017

#244: UNLESS IT IS

unless it is to read
 all sky-borne particles
back together

I am doing nothing

hands and arms bear lacerations 
from unprotected dealings with twine
and wire

my joints been a perpetual sorrow!



Yet I must learn my ass to bear these awful times
peevishly maintain an arid distance
like a cat
Or an aristocratical
Hobo
in his goddamn dreams







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