Last Call

Upsy daisy.
Feeling lazy
Loose and loopy. Eyelids droopy
Tongue is sagging. Ass is dragging

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

I like my rambling,
Fragment gambling.
Amounts to nothing,
Although I’m bluffing.

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

Doesn’t need to carry weight.
Needn’t feel that it’s too late
To ring the bell at the door
And be welcomed to the floor.

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

Just a moment.
Just a minute.
I’d like to be dropped
Down well
Within it
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9/7/21