precious

precious

A Poem by Richard

awide now

i'm just curious

time for me to sleep or die

yes, time for us to sleep or die

it's time for you to tell me

and it's time for me to listen

it's time for you to shorten

nothing from your life

but me

that story should be long

and it's time for me to bring something

of use, to any these moments, to make use of, 

to bother you, does it?

In the cupboard shaped like Atlas

the cat & the string,

locked away in the corner

Tidy & the Mop

bucket of tears

…they are yours?

time to start over,

yes, time to start over

it's time to start over

it's time to start over

it's time to start over

it's time to start over

…isn't it?

© 2015 Richard


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Richard
Richard

Edmonton, Alberta, Canada



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A Poem by Richard