Decades spent exploring
the crevices and pot
holes; wasted
I was lost in toxic
work, drink, sport, sloth.
I let things slide.
I lost
people, poems, places, hope.
Now time
shortens the endless.
Having perfected the art
of looking down
or back, I find it
hard to turn my neck
to look ahead.
the crevices and pot
holes; wasted
I was lost in toxic
work, drink, sport, sloth.
I let things slide.
I lost
people, poems, places, hope.
Now time
shortens the endless.
Having perfected the art
of looking down
or back, I find it
hard to turn my neck
to look ahead.
