SHIT
SHIT MY EPHEMERA IS EPHEMERAL
words are disappearing clearing cards of
endearments proving i was useful proving
i was worth my weight in suffering last night
in a dream i told a curious by-stander i was
kicked +worse what could be worse?
urinated on spat at hair pulled +clumps came
out! once called an old bag from quite a distance
it was worth it i insisted she eyed me skeptically
+lumbered off
i am tempted to fill in the blanks: you rare saviour
you glorious rose without you i would never have
become the Prime Minister instead i am left with:
light forever your destiny dreamcatcher you were
woman
it seems that time is taking poetic licence with my
ephemera +turning out to be a much better poet
than me
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Spring 2015
