Poetry

Books Don’t Float

Books Don’t Float

Years swim by
and so goes decades
down

drowned by a cloudburst
Of prewar construction
Made damp with divulgence
And disrespect for a wet
behind the the ears inked
and linked history

As I list another few degrees
toward purgatory I nod at the
lack of constancy; a simple soul
on another damned shelve…
cataloged by a dint caprice
of the current.

Published by r.Douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.