Poems from The Typewriter Binge of 2003, page 5

second cup of coffee           fourth cigarette

 

the turtle that carries the world

will someday grow tired

and beg for relief   but no one will answer

no one will take up his burden

and     it     will     stop

 

 

and no one will remember.

 

 

 

the turtle that carries the world is weary

wanting only to withdraw into himself

but he honors his duty

he adheres to the wishes of the Old Ones

wearily     wearily

dragging his own house

which is our only reality

but someday Nature will bring an end

and the turtle that carries the world

will have only one instant to smile

one instant to feel satisfied

before he closes his eyes

and greets eternal sleep,

his only reward.

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