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Remainder Bin

Stink bug stink bug
stuck inside my think mug

I’m but monkey trying to grab
reflection of my banana
from the mirror

I look through bars of belief

Ache in back, vague in mind
if body pain seasons human
I’m 5-season salad

Many mini me’s

In my flight to the unfinish
and lost degeneration
life’s more luck than logic

I’m slow buffered dawn
pausing the worm of ambition

Fish-gilled wool swim about my brain

Sittin’ here with the chickens
tryin’ to raise some scratch
watchin’ the plot thicken
wishin’ time would get off my ass

I am child of Sisyphus
worship roll of rock

Checking out the lies of the land

It’s the singing, not the song
the ringing, not the gong
the going, not the gone

Up before sun
new dark new start

– Smith, 6.6.2017

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