Last Call

Upsy daisy.
Feeling lazy,
Loose and loopy.
Eyelids droopy.

Still a moment.
Crunchy minute.
Pay to own it.
Task infinite.

Like this rambling,
Fragment gambling
Amounts to nothing,
Blunder bluffing.

Each page a step,
A stumbled rep
An exercise foreboding.
Precious cargo unloading.

Need not carry weight
Nor fret that it’s too late
To ring the bell at the door
And be welcomed to the floor.

The last-call harlequin,
Through the exit going in.
For perhaps a moment’s chance
That his words may have a dance.

Just a moment.
Just a minute
To be dropped
Down well,
Within it
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9/7/21