I have no time
For poetry and such
Today I must make bookcases
To make space for some of
This poetry
A~floor.
I'm tired
Of tripping up
On Kipling and Bukowski
And all of the Nav Works Bloggers
I will break my poor heart
For my poor art
Sometimes
But not
My neck, not yet
Not too young to die now
But en-tir-er-ly too busy
To pop my clogs over
A pile of books
Read and
Unread!
Copyright © Res |JFB 16th March 2008
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