A Certain Truth

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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