A modicum of sympathy

In the blink of a Motherfucking eye

You see in

to great chasms of depths

of your own back-side, (your foolish pride?)

as you wonder

like a wounded plundered Panda

if what falls to pieces (crash!)

may also be super-glued back together again...

...Ah, but the play is much more tragic

than what you had hid up your Magic Sleeve...

Or is it really a true tear-jerker?...

Fuck your open nostril,

I want to know because I feel the murk and mud

of the swamp on my chilled and defunct heels...

Sweat on my browning brow...

Seconds to heal this swollen sore of seeming nothing,

when others need their borrowing(burrowing?) of minutes

then you'd refuse to lend...

Take it with you...

Down the cup,

before the race has ended...

The choice is yours,

the blade descending

like a fallen star of futility.

8/7/20