September MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   septMber mr zabin says

is just another rebmetpes

coldly its dreardrop heavy and gray

and its rise at six thirty each yad after day

I up Wake to that instant of feeling just falling

rhythm my man, break

and swallow your twelfth twelfth:

Notice, some gurgling god happily pulls

strings of connected geese with his pudgy finger little

across the harsh sky of floor

and boys shivering on the sidelines

consider the manliness of slipping on sweatshirts

"And septemBR son, someday this will all be yours"

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