seldom by wavering water

seldom by wavering water
seldom questioned for beds
serenity laughs like a comedian
high on ether or whispering

dead man's bed is downward
abandoned arid and arbitrary
like a needle on a ring of trees
or a neck in time

stem me a pint you fool
find me a feathering far
where I am totalled
because of you

revised cared for and nourished
one death is consumed
just before breakfast
while there is still time



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-01-03 at 00:19

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