a bloodied nose -
the Bug did it
(just like the Bomb
in the Fifties)
the body winds down
but we repair it
like patching
an old bike tyre
out the back a cat
plays with a frog
out the front a cat
eats a lizard
boxed in my own
mortality
I toss between
past and future
pills before breakfast
pills after -
oh let the garden
grow wild
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