ONLY TIME WILL TELL

both make it

a podium
(probably in the kitchen)

life, a life
questions
the questioning of

possible presence
a nervous audience
a raised cyst
the only way to hang on is to hang

now a somehow altered hoist
causes brief distress
whatever passed for order
now is strange fruit
now has newcumer disease

loosen your face
a monologue that seems sincere
briefly illuminated idle machines with incentives
as it so often happens to be
take the brunt, and therefor the weight from this skull
patiently we sit, in the waiting room