Friday, July 18, 2014

The Morning



It's his fault
that he hangs
by the collar of his thin
shirt, forty stories
above the street.
He can't help

feeling the discomfort
from fear
that makes his
temporary heart
flutter. There is a
name for it.

Poor Jaquobin.
What you haven't got
is diligence.

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