Politically
I
can find no words nor pictures yet the sand runs
a cop leans against his car
on this mainstreet evening
and I'm sure he wants to be either a good guy
or
the meanest mother and probably a bit of both
I'm loath to return to the all
coppers are rune
its just one of several defaults of theirs and mine
my
complaints their mountains closed rooms
he's long ago thrown his butt down
on the road
leaned into his car and walked away
I've learnt nothing nothing
this evening
except that time slips slips away and
this life time is almost
as waffle as this not a poem
ah we come in all sizes and I judge and I judge
I'm
better than the last
my smiles is provisional conditional what's in it?
I
only want to engage with the fascinating
the mighty might be the trendy were
I'm
tired of crying for me
the stiff lip is fading
I won't be numbered with
the losers no more
catch my eye the guy with the saddest face
I've seen
him cross the years in passing
this toothless creased jawless
I won't engage
I
won't be numbered among the losers no more
I won't accept your attention
I'll
sit alone in the café walk alone home
the
sky is tightening
life and hope fade
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