© Michael Ackerman

Honestly!
Even laziness has tripped you down get up!

                        had got up

I can’t believe you’ve been dreaming till dusk

                       wasn’t sleeping

How come you’ve been sitting around the seats you’ve picked round the table?

                       hadn’t picked an apple


Now you’ve been grazing for two grazes what have you seen?

                       hadn’t eaten seen nothing

What stink you’ve made up in this room you scum head you farted again?

                       had shitted

Shame owes a jugular to this sleeping of yours
pity the jugular you ain’t got

                        had cut
 

and lonesomeness which nestled in him for a lifetime
had dyed the rug under the table red
She was blind not to see
was dead.



 

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