Sunday, March 8, 2015

New Poem:


Turning My Watch Forward

springing forward to appease traffic
day circumcision indicates less one hour...
scissor job on time shanks perception
there's this fresh goal of clearing away the dead
wine bottle weather strikes Ultra-Target in the temple
tidy defenestration follows
for which we later feel arthritis
we get bunions of conscience while zipping in a power chair
the clusters of luck that enrich those most deserving Spring Time
can not be conserved
just replaced fast and cheap
I never worry
people don't have nukes
no one's crazy



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