Rebate
Form filling fantasy
In between the lines
and now you don't
see me
My signature is the
ligature
that ties me,
and fantasy
the stranglehold that
life has upon me.
I dread Christmas and
Easter
each feast day another way
to put on more weight.
It's never summer
when you're wrapped up in sorrow.
In the mirror
where my tracks swirl
on this river
when reflections send
a shiver
down my spine,
time holds its court.
We all dream of a better tomorriw
when today is the best that we've got,
anyhow
that dot in the distance
could be a missed chance
moving rapidly away.
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