This is the last time
that they’ll let this
bullshit fly

No more
second chances
mulligans
re-negs

so make sure that
it counts for
something.

Something.

Pushing back the night
les petits morts de l’hiver
small missives of birth.

for there are times when
one language wont suffice for the things
we try to funnel from our brains
down and out our mouths
so we settle for adding another medium
perhaps words on the page – screen
might suffice for the

gaps we put in our thoughts
and then it hits us

three more words for the word thought
might suffice for this here thought

He was clever by sheer repetition
with his violent wonderings hidden away
But he struggled with his own position
and fought with the choices he’d already made

Though soon enough his mind sublimated
and thoughts, fears and worries were put out of sight
Well, he couldn’t see what he’d created
for his cognizance failed him most every night

He could barely find his own position
but he was clever by sheer repetition