Saturday, July 18, 2020

day TWELVE HUNDRED and SEVENTY EIGHT

Grim and Bear It

You never know
when your words are done
do you

Over there they're everywhere
here they're never near
and often unclear

All is... simply isn't
and isn't isn't enough to know
the highs and lows

Seems we're riding a rust pus bucket
through decayed industrial park
in increasing dark

Wail and weep of tears
sweat fear
sweep years

You wanna play now
plot later?
That train ain't got no station

--Steven B. Smith

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