April '22

Time moves fast when every day is the same...

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April

Time moves fast
When every day is the same:
Even if the particulars change
It's all the same when you're drinking.
How could it matter where you go
When you just end up at home, alone?
When Summer is like God's love:
So very warm but so very far away.
The news shouts out "Death! Death!"
But you still got fuckin' bills to pay.
Each particular particle of your being cries out
For soft pants and a delicious sandwich.
While you sit in the center of your bills,
Your bills, your bills, and the sad realization that,
Tomorrow's gonna come tomorrow, anyway.
It's a tough old world, baby,
You better get used to it.

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John W. Wagner (b. Lexington, KY) is a poet who has lived throughout the Mid-Atlantic Region working as a blackjack and craps dealer in various casinos since the early Obama era. He has an eclectic love of music, as well as visual art. Words are his passion.

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