The London Hours, 2012


It came the day
———-where I had to be led
as a child
no attention paid
———-in a foggy
feverish condition
about town as if
I had never been there
And it’s fine
not as nice as the world
alone -but- after you
——– poured me
in such conditions
I could not conquer
an inch or
utter a verse.
I could move
filling time
yes, filling time already
fearing the day
after tomorrow to be
too close.



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