Thursday, February 2, 2017

Poem Forty-Five

Another day of indifferent snow

And I'm pushing the plough of time

Through frozen fields

Another day of anxiety

And I'm upon my knees again

With a skullfull of snarling wolves

Another day of hopeless attrition

And I'm drinking down the dregs

Of another stonecold cup of bitter coffee...



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