Sunday, July 12, 2020

day TWELVE HUNDRED and SEVENTY TWO

Tempus Fuckit

Bit of a dust-up
what with the brownshirts
browning their noses
and the goosesteppers stepping on

So I do my do
be my be
you fool you
I fake me

It's the bone woe
the flesh fear
the liquid pain weep of tear
from yessir gaze ago

Hard rain falling
clock ticking time

--Steven B. Smith

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