Monday, April 13, 2015

Making up

A Monday

i’m sick to expiring
of relentlessly volunteered
irrelevant bits of

every moment a new “i need”
a new falsetto dissonance
disbelieving number of offspring
and not a care-taker in sight

sudden unexpected craving
for dear old souls
deaf leading the blind
recalling jaunting sagas

every weekday sunrise
a new dread
retrace the circled process

my noose at my left shoulder

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