The old, familiar, irresolvable riffs
Pour out again: is that fucking glass
Half full or empty, both or either, and
Or even neither? Filling life with ifs
And ans, the pots & pans of fun in hand
Just rust, & new old wine goes off before
It's tasted? Quibbling minds, we pimp & whore
The truth, reduce the real & best to farce..
So, fill the glass, forget the past, the present
As it may be! Any futures, too!
Drink the head & body, dregs & all;
Then, smile, replenish, neck it with intent
In now, the only is that can be! Rue
The common sense that makes us less forgetful!
L. A. Barron
[28/4/19]
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