Time Is Ten To Two Poem by Alistair Plint

Time Is Ten To Two



Well, I could have looked at
my wrist
my mobile
Chose to stare toward heavens
sun, torturing my iris
soaking through'
the steel structure
holding it's unkempt
Roman-Numeral
facade
Distinguishing
between
venerable
rusted arms
and the
dust-grime-dirt
that
would need
only
face cleanser
on a sponge



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Monday, May 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: cleaning,sun,time,timeless
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Alistair Plint

Alistair Plint

Johannesburg, South Africa
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