Day 7/24
--Charlie Smith

Each day arrives in pieces, it's easy to put together, every-
one does it, the functions appear, those paid to revolve rapidly begin,
others gape, some welcome despair, a righteousness flaps
.....like tattered flags,
no one believes this crap, each would like to speak truly, live
with no cause for regret,
I take off my fake silver wings and
stare out at the lawn where nothing much is happening, only night
collecting and disposing of itself, the vegetable kingdom, distant
.....uneasy dogs.

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