Tuesday, February 16, 2016

still alive

despite
the cigars and cheap beer.
even cheaper
wine.
the white bread
and cheese,
pepper and mayo,
not even
cancer can kill him.
he shrugs it
off,
lowers the heat,
burns the one bulb
over his
money,
never weeps.
everyone whispers
how is he,
still alive?
yes, you say.
permanently alive.



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