Tuesday, April 9, 2013

poem of the day 04.09.13


there has been no trick to it
just a plain and uncomplicated existence
a good immune system thus far
perseverance and toughness when needed
boatloads of furious doubt and copious amounts of alcohol
enough glimmers of success to keep me going
as each year ups the ante on my mind and body
love and lust and women and friends few and far enough between
with most everything else simply something to suffer quietly
like constipation in the dull spaces of hard-lost time.


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