Humans bruise. They take their lumps.

Their wells are

dry,

and their pumps decorative.

Every trend is short-

lived,

inked and boogered like shirtsleeves.

We are born to lose,

too

loose, two-timers, and timebombs.

Had I chosen this,

I

would have surely gone for something worse.

I am a blue-tailed fly

zig-

zagging through a field of turds.

Published on April 18th, 2023