Monday, November 10, 2014

POEM: "To My Brother Jack"

To My Brother Jack

Passing time, several jars with you
In a public bar with bashful service
The hours fix the world with glue

Watching glasses fracture as we see
Dead end on that path of solution
Flat lines, the end of our capacity

Lead on past our dreams, behold
By this deaf of night, duplications
& why we march in darkness, cold.

© 2012 Rob Schackne

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