Sunday, April 1, 2012


One more time revolving around that sun.
Besides everything, what’s just one more time?
Just wringing my hands about what to eat
and how to clean my ceiling fans
and what words to write in shitty poems
and where to sit my ragged bones.
This skin is getting worn;
spots of dried mustard and pores the size of pennies.

One more time revolving around the sun -
basically just means, less time.

I guess we’re lucky,
most species don’t have a heart beat past 20.

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