The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 6 / Phillip Neal Tippin
Look at all the days we’ve worn through,
Stretched collars of faded memory
And distress’d weeks we’ve pulled
Our arms and legs through.
I don’t want to be original
To be original is to be iterative but
To be repetitive is to be discoverative
So let my wants be repetitive.
The old hand
As a young gun
Must find his hold slacken
To get his grip unslung.
Buckshot-full of character