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my dreams of glory

Posted to Poetry and Politics




Chronos rambles alone in my dwelling
It's been a long time since oatmeal
a meal for babies
I have a vigorous beer at seven in the morning
and take the woman in my bed at nine

of couse in my prime I would just be going home at this time

all my adventures have been ill-advised
that's why they call them adventures

as soon as my years begin to decline
I'll let you know