A Time-Bending Novel by Don Brandis

 

 

your life is an endless novel
the font keeps changing, and the print size
or you would fall asleep like your neighbors
who’d rather not speak to you
it’s a whiskey nightfall at the backyard fence
where crows make up the jukebox
the air has lost sour winter breath
in a brisk spring earth-scents
unsorted, the city cannot repress

 

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