back when we owned it

poetry

on hedges where the green
grows so short it’s truly a green

and while

we dont play golf but we pursue
peruse the grounds smoking cigars
wearing jackets and beards we look
back on in our later lives
and think

“i have a mancrush on me in former
days. damn i looked good”

and we smoke ourselves into the floor
because thats what we do
we pursue excess as we peruseOURworld

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