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QUICK QUICK SLOW, WAY TO GO

November 3rd 2023

the year runs down

like clockwork

like an iphone

like a spreadsheet

like wine

down my throat

like piss

down the pisser

it just goes

it just goes

it just goes

and before you know it

it’s December

and you remember

what it was

you meant to do

when you had time

to tie your shoe

to make a list

of things to do

this summer

or by Easter

or July

or EOFY

time for coffee

and a movie

at the Sun

before next year’s

begun

and you are back

to square one

except it isn’t

it’s another square

entirely

and you’re running out of squares.



My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1

 
 
 

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