What Unfolds When the Day Finally Ends Will Leave You Speechless
Thinking how short life is
at the end of a long day.
Holding a survey on myself from my flat to a power point presentation whizz
and keeping eye contact with myself as my own audience while chunking together words with what I say.
Was there ever a mistake cos I was mistaken?
Did I not give you a chance cos I took mine?
Or was it the other way round stirring ghosts not shaken
or was I just picking at my backbone lacking the spine to put thingamajigs right?
It’s late enough to bid nighty night.
Thinking how short life is
at the end of a long day and looking at the moon with its fading misty might.
While some stars shoot their mouths off, others run out of fizz.




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