Classic Poem

the swollen flotsam
lies face down
accordingly

incident catches
stolen cues
when faces drift

encroachment of care
muffling shame
hardened moment

like flies in summer
switching tenses
touched absence

totally wasted
in shadows
imperceptible

uncertain future
annoying
complacency

neither this nor that
bombs away
total fright

unendurable
even if it
will also pass

my elbow against your
composure
burns like wax

incapacity
telescopes
endlessly fog

counting now to five
next to three
then up till four

going back to form
a promise
always broken











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