Tuesday, September 23, 2014

GAMBIT

All on one side
of me—a hopeless late-
September 

drowsy bee—
woebegone,
gaunt, loopwinging—absolutely must 

keep trilling;
buzzing 
past—the twitching eyeteeth 

of a miscued
mongrel's 
dirty hanging jaws—because 

sometimes 

I guess
the way 
we get by—is simply 

not
by betting on it.

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