October 29, 2015

Aw heck, I may let the bottles stack up

Yet, I got the mettle to

Keep the cat box, the dishes, the dirty deathwishes

All Clean.



For most of this month

Far lost family/ Lost loves

Are all in town/ All at once

I didn’t hear mention

Of a  come ’round  convention

To note  I’ve come’round myself some

To a sort of shortening survival balm.

But I  might note that loves  right here  some  awhile

Just need my focus.  & calm.

Must want my chanting on their smile,

It’s hard chanting for a heart to sing

Against that roar of a scattering  maelstrom

A heart’s distraction thing


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