Dd. Spungin |
A MAN, A PLAN |
“the arbitrary so often premeditated” - Barton D. Smock
As in make up your mind.
Onus weighs heavily; responsible or
just wrong place, which time?
Out of the proverbial blue
(read, “cliché”)
Nobody’s perfect or prepared.
A dozen eggs drops on hard ground,
an accident.
The little voice in your head:
Don’t drop them, don’t.
Toss a coin,
two-headed.
Hard to sleep when all you want is sleep.
Think about it
but not too hard, not just before bedtime.
Here’s what you know:
It will never happen --
But it might.
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