To Think. A poem by Kevin Thompson

I used to think, to think I had, I had old Luci by the toe

But now I see I see I know he’s watching and laughing

I used to think, to think I had to think rigorously, bastards cloned me

Mostly I was tryin to run, runnin tryin to run switch switch switch switchery

All the stones, the robes and throws hasten the fall, the insanity

Wayward body snatches and the ghosts are rattling rafters

it’s for you, it’s for me, it’s to big for tv

I used to know, used to know I had, I had luck with proximity

But now I see I see They are all way to close to me

All the stoves and washer loads, temped bath, thanks to time

Soon, soon, maybe, I’ve got to be leaving.

Kevin L Thompson

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