do not fear
what lies ahead,
do not sweat
the small numbers
which advertise the truth.
do not visit
the dealer; he is
a misfit, buying
a way out of time
no faster, no slower.
do not consume
just one more coffee
before the descent;
just drop life down
like a wind abating.
do not enter those
burning rooms again
until you have slept,
your runner has fallen,
your mirror has wept.
As published in Clockwise Cat, July 2009.
Monday, March 13, 2006
Advice (2002)
Posted by Stu on 13.3.06
Categories: Poetry, Published poems
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