#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