NEXT TIME

 

 

The hopes

passed

 

the dream

dried up about

three minutes ago

 

and in my mourning

a strange sense of relief

overcomes me

 

It will be good

to not be hassled

by nagging muses

the next time

I have to take a dump

or the next time

I’m waiting for a train

or the next time

I’m eating at a Burmese restaurant

 

Surely

some good will come

from this ill fate

 

 

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