Wednesday, September 14, 2016

At 41

At 41

I almost went
into a trap
but was sent
a map

of the senses
by the deuses
ex machina via
a phone call

so I went out
dancing alone
into the glance
that becomes water

Leave weddings
for thunder
and alight like the summer
despite winter warnings

Abate and desist
in orderly fashion
Soon we'll insist
on therapist sessions

Who has the time
has water is water
and who comes after
is on time every time

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