Wednesday, December 7, 2022

poem

 Spendthrift

I can get through this

I'm a spendthrift with time

Distilled it down to 

A means of transaction

Use it to buy blocks 

of distraction. Stay overworked. Stacks

of books. Stoned reveries.

Absurdist escapist. Quietly suppressed rage.

 I try not to think 

about it anymore. 

I don't have time

All I can spare is a few minutes

here in the white spaces

of this last page 


12/7/22

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