i toss brick feet up and
tuck my tongue
away,
for a few blinks and
drawn out breaths a day,
overbite so pronounced
the jaw won’t sit
quite right,
restless maybe,
need to shake
or twist
up
my stiff body so life’s
bloods surging
won’t curdle
or rust to the
insides of
heart’s
veins,
++++
a mortal failing
to give up–
the human refusing
to keep up.
Grumpy Gorman
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Great poem, as usual. I like your style
Thank you very much. I like some of my style.. some not so much. Like people i guess 😉 Hope you’re doing well!