Look at the small man
years of an illusion
a steady wave of self deceit
turned ugly
as the afterward of a bloodied nail
yanked from a gashed ageless foot
in summertime
just this one time
he would say ‘why can’t I get a break?’
There’s a poem about inclement weather
I can’t remember
I don’t care
I no longer wish to look in
the mirror
@ Scott F Savage 8/2020
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