observing the loneliness of dishes
as his wife wishes he sit and do
whatever who
else crosses mind does the same
in a one-light with tired eyes
the last beer so clearly disappearing
losing coolness outside already
cool this fool snap
goes off on its own he reckons
water washer wan
regrigerator rattle rather than wattle
domesticated if all else
fail
--
Bob Marcacci
Men ever had, and ever will have leave,
To coin new words well suited to the age,
Words are like Leaves, some wither every year,
And every year a younger Race succeeds.
- Horace
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