Friday, September 14, 2012

Everyday (Outcasts)




It's a little
closer...
day by day,
that day when you
die
or lose an arm
or a leg.
Or maybe just your hearing or eyesight
dim...

Cancer? Inoperable cancer?

Closer,
by the day,
the hour...

(You are 
bloodthirsty because of 
your unquenchable
optimism.)

Everyday, it's a-gettin'
closer,
goin' faster miles a minute than a roller
derby.