Uncommitted
I keep my remote distance:
controlling volume,
sweep of channels--
omnipotence in the palm of my hand.
Of course we know
in our hearts
this is foolish--
the entire exercise
or lack of;
the sediment life style
or lack of;
death in an easy chair--
too easy to die,
far too soft
and cushy
to take shape
and usefully live....
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2016
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