Endless/Useless - Poem by Tim Cronin
'Poetry is one's telling of experience through perception'
Haha my notebook was on the step-
In the stock room, upstairs, in my homeless bag...
Jack, did you lose
At four twenty six near the shores of sober?
Well I haven't had a kiss
Since two years this
Haha where the hell's my notebook?
Oh, over on the step, useless as a metaphor
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