Saturday, June 15, 2024

automatic poem 8/3/2023

When, oh when

You asshole?

Realize your potential!

How now,

Perfect makes pitch practice.

Everything you ever wanted 

Is in the palm of your hand.

You try and try,

Will yourself,

Tilt against windmills -

Your slip is showing.

Head first,

Back down,

And so it goes.

Laugh a little

At the very least.

The time of your life:

Sky-blue and clear.

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