POETRY
April 19
Apr 20, 2021
There is a clock in here
It’s ticking again
It could be a bomb I fear
Counting from ten
When it’s zero
We’ll either wake up or explode
Ah! Just three seconds left
So soon we’ll know…
Artsie and loquacious, Luke hangs out at the intersections of humor and regret, ambition and ambivalence, please more wine and jeez I need to lose weight.