29.vi.21
544
2.177
what are the odds?
(draft Hanrahan)
calls for a direct answer
odds are
cancer, house blows
down
come to a grisly end
jungle up around our
ears
we called a garden once
odds are
another invasion, a
coup
get over this
no one remembers
odds are
the calculations are
out
we never knew what was
in that black box
odds are
someone else wins the
lottery
we all lose count
somewhere round here
odds are
this sun has many more
rises
there are many more
worlds just like this
odds are no afterlife
and anyway couldn’t
take it with you if
odds are
more famine plague
pestilence
another pandemic
haven’t we been before?
odds are words fail you
brink will teeter
the weather gets in
ants take all of it
away
odds are
ecliptic flow
brimstone!
what’s in the bottle’s
to drink
I bring off the long
rhyme here
odds are not making it
into the book
no one will ever read
this
chances are wailing and
gnashing of tethe
your smile revives me
get a grip
go on
though accidents will
get the better
by then we won’t have
bucket to kick
it’s not the last
hurrah
not here
odds are we’ll get by
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.