There was an hour
I couldn't get out of
I left the second I could
holding a second hand clock
light bells on my feet
then circled back
to under my chair
for a poem I'd started
& made my apologies again
certainly there was laughter
thereupon I sat down
& fuck it I'd read it
and the fools cheered
and they got the finger
and I left
before the bells chimed?
ReplyDeleteNot from want of running. I always try.
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