Once A Month Poem by gunther schultz

Once A Month



untrusting permanence,
a cage of (un) becoming.

tormented by
pockets of
lustful kindness.

glossy eyes
disputing hues,

diving deep
in timed
sequences.

losing youth
to
malice,

and dirty-
dirty
laundry.

even
quarters
mean nothing
these days.

there's no time,

for finger tip
immortals.

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