how long you’ve got?

poems | wellness

office building dr wherefore art thy
really really nice guy
Anglo-Saxon mentor sire
in slacks rolled up sleeves tie attire
slack in his duty? never lacks
nor lags behind a test of time
how long you’ve got?-never mind-
moving
me I barely drink a fluid
roving ruthless tired toothless
life sunk into a ditch
fables fallacies fictions fantasies
bitter into the brink
forewarned of poisoning
shades all thought
lamps turn off
on sidewalks of New York
early morn
morning doves yawning
in the dawning of the dark.

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