Old obese man
May 7, 2016 10:59AM
Old obese man, were thinking the same thoughts.
I’m all full of arrogant youth and you sing
wiser thoughts of how I’ll be there Someeday
Something there when you slip,
Something there when the firmament dies.
My eyes are hungry for sex, my feet are
Tired. Spring summons the Angels, I lurk in shadows.
I’m mad out of present tense.