May 20
With no further appointments
the future compresses
to a day spent in bed
or a night at the grind
And then we stopped paying rents,
stopped return addresses,
pretended we were dead
and no one seemed to mind
Be careful, ladies and gents,
care, you know, oppresses
and reason has now fled
like daylight for the blind,
leaving us with slick ointments,
slicker, he confesses,
then crude oil that has spread
over seas we might find
were like tired habiliments—
tired, spent ball dresses,
a hat that drowned your head,
glass slipper left behind.
©Donald Brown 2010/2013
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