Tuesday, April 07, 2015

One Eye

I can't keep doing this winging it
by which I mean I can and will
I still have one eye one arm enough
for almost everything I want to do
imagining myself timeless I am not

others make their poems perfect I
write fast whatever comes is what
I am thinking attentive to the day
here everywhere now whenever
whatever it is requires to be said

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