These Days.......... Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

These Days..........



listen, the message on the phone said im alone
hear the moan of my voice?
the loneliness choice?
course veins with pain, i no understand
just change the message
my best guess is
less, is more
im out the door

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