Po'em of a Plume

 

Back before
the things we   missed,
it's not so easy to recall,
remember, re-collect,
how it was that we thought
this life
was
something irrevocably "real",
then, be'damned if the
revocations came rolling in,
(as coin[s] from an LV amputee bandit,
and circum'stance made
heart to fail over and over
again.             Just how does one
           stand       shit      like
this (might be) without, without,
without putting an unfixable
"....hole where the rain gets in......."

oh, my......where will "I" go when this
    failing heart            stops dead
             in it's tracks.

Any suggestions, as "life" will up'n'strike ye
down                           sooner than not.


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