Thursday, December 6, 2018

Kerri Shying R # 569 - buttress on a falling wall with sticks


why can't you whisper  it to me 
has it got to be this  shout from
one day to the next    every sinew
pulled up hard   each movement
 effort to caress what  ails    the

buttress on a falling wall  with sticks

is how I see my mind  these days
one more  pill in the phalanx  that wheels
across the week  this skirmish  or another
there is no battle    just a little less
 nothing  can be won

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