Caffeine Song #2

Jan 04, 2016, 11:39 PM

One day I’ll piss myself without knowing until my leg warmth manifests as wetness and I will lack the blood needed to blush. I hope it happens in some frosty rec as I survey the last rose yet to blow.

Then I’ll slope homeward in my pissy pants trusting they’ll be dry before the slog is over, leaving behind a stain as light as any regard the world still has for me. My books all out of print, my baritone

reduced to needy, shallow-breathed croaking, the kids grown up and busy with their lives. Oh, I’ll still write some poems, don’t you worry, like Wordsworth at his reactionary worst as sudden yellow blooms bring little cheer.

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