I am God’s grand bravado, temporal.
Whose hairline recedes like trees forested
on a fleeting ball of dirt, and water.
Several teeth decayed have been extracted.
Soft breasts evolved of pectorals chiseled,
and eyesight dims like the drear dusk of Spring.
I see things less clearly. And more clearly.
I am God’s grand bravado, temporal.
Who acquires heartburn after pizza,
and piss-drizzles in pants after peeing.
Writing is limited. Desire, too.
Joints are stiffer than the chub erection.
Fading body weeps. Soul sings rejoicing
I am God’s grand bravado, temporal.
Quaking for my fill of fury, vapor –
before fading into forgotten Past.
A flame waxing on a candle waning;
the last logs in the hearth sing blazing,
I am God’s grand bravado, temporal.
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The contributor Kenny Burchett is featured in the 2016 Rabble, the chapbook campion to the Spring Anthology.