A thousand flies on the window sill
slowed by the season change
Awake mere hours
slow to response.
I grab for my beer
for the first time
with my
left hand.
This is the transition,
first
splitting kindling
now drinking.
At 43
I learn that
only one side
can't
keep the stand of time.
What's next?
The liver will be the
next to go
then sanity
will fall from
the skeletal grip.
And I'll need
PAIN RELIEF
in some form
or another.
1 comment:
this helix of female body desire and abstract seasonal hallucination, hallelujah, this vision defy's words, it is pure, and the words, heart arrows of exuberant suffering, can stand next to a clear sighted shit souler with less to loose than you, or i or any of us who distrust the make believe world ahead, you might even say it grinds, it leave you behind
Studebaker Fraser
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