There have been signs
As of late, impossible
Situations, intractable
Problems, strange bumps
On the skin, headaches
That take days to die,
and theĀ Shudder that sizzles
Up the spine whenever
It slugs me that my best
Days have run away
Like slaves only to
Be brought down
By the laughing
Dogs of time.
So many signs,
Like the song
That sings
I’ll never
Feel the love of
A lovely woman
Again. Signs screaming
My name in the dead
Of day as the
Sun crucifies me
Yet again. Signs
Tapping signals
Into my brain,
Telling me that
If I have anything
Left to say I should
Say it soon, and that
If there’s anything
Left to slay I should
Slay it soon, and
That if I have any
sacrifices left
To make, I should
Make them soon,
Soon,
Soon,
Soon
— FB