When this glass becomes new
Maybe Big Easy
Or Siberian
Tears will flow
Small, wrinkled men,
Not knowing whether in sadness or glee
These waters flow,
Will sit over coffee
Maybe a game of backgammon
Looking for loose ties
Fragile buttons
Sewed to lapels with thread now discolored and brittle
After so many wars on the news
And so many meals on a snack tray
These rounded corners
Leaving nothing to be desired,
Less the temporary comfort of women,
Show the entire scope
Even that which bleeds off to the sides
Becomes a frame
A pixel or dot
Otherwise a nothing
And that is just too much to bear
So the children drink beer from cups
And their grandfathers shuck sunflower seeds
Passing time by naming popes
Long forgotten in the snow of forever
Those crisp chips of water
Recirculating out of habit
Or worse yet
Because we hoped they would
--
2.11.14
Maybe Big Easy
Or Siberian
Tears will flow
Small, wrinkled men,
Not knowing whether in sadness or glee
These waters flow,
Will sit over coffee
Maybe a game of backgammon
Looking for loose ties
Fragile buttons
Sewed to lapels with thread now discolored and brittle
After so many wars on the news
And so many meals on a snack tray
These rounded corners
Leaving nothing to be desired,
Less the temporary comfort of women,
Show the entire scope
Even that which bleeds off to the sides
Becomes a frame
A pixel or dot
Otherwise a nothing
And that is just too much to bear
So the children drink beer from cups
And their grandfathers shuck sunflower seeds
Passing time by naming popes
Long forgotten in the snow of forever
Those crisp chips of water
Recirculating out of habit
Or worse yet
Because we hoped they would
--
2.11.14
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