everything at once

18 Feb, 2025

the glass tube lipstick straw 
and here's the thing -
and i move to draw -
i'm more poet than anything, yes,
more poet than anything else,
is somehow true -
yet anyway still -
a poet masquerading 
a poet paid up 
a poet washed up
to wit to waste -
and did i follow my dreams?
or of those for whom one is enough?
to love to paste -
and where am i at any one given moment? 

anyway

it's on the spritz
my hosepipe dreams
under lights who stream
and i've had enough,
I've had enough,
yes - i've had enough
enough for a quick hit 
hit my rhythm 
hit my rhythm cues
left it at home and yet
left it back at that one home now too

it’s no good at this time this age, anyway,
but then new hinting, old strings,
my past untouched -
i’m sweeping the graph
now along from the hole
down across
somehow
and how i miss those equally long nights

but how is it -
really - how is it?
how is it that i can mean everything at once?

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