Conceding ability to focus,
yearning for a cause; tired
of sticking myself out, only
to be brought down; stilted
by this life, sick of taking
second best – No, I’m not
holding up – never the early
bird; or king shit – sagging
like breasts hitting thighs;
always showing up single,
slightly used, ripe for easy
pick up, dubious covers –
have rooms full of history,
would otherwise be retiring,
but unless God has some
secret passage, Heaven
only tortures me; a magnet
for worries – my problems
have more vision than I do –
once carefree, now I pray for
responsibility exit; wouldn’t
recognize Mr. Right if he
came in unannounced, seem
to cherish would be enemies
(not related, at least), store
intentions behind lollygagging
pursuits, rationalize guest
appearances from control;
seek support from transients,
am obligated to any protecter –
(affairs please apply within) – am,
as I said, conceding ability to…
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