Saturday, August 8, 2015

Since the Days Are Few

Since the days are few
and far
when you can actually turn off
the yakking, the grinding, the lurching,
the smacking, the shooting, the blistering,
the shrieking, the shrinking, the gasping,
the gossiping, the hurting, the whining,
the sinking, the soaking,
when you actually do,
actually do think
with some foreign sincerity
"Things are very good,"
grasp onto the line,
be hooked by it,
take the bite,
lose your cheek meat in the metal,
before you're yanked out of the water,
before you're hanging in the sky,
gills dry, unable to breathe.

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