Vapor thin.
Wafer thin.
Collect the wages of sin time.
Trying to survive with no lottery win.
Pennies, nickels, and dimes,
It is time to cash them in.
This doesn't appear to be what was advertised.
Who do I write to?
Who can I call?
Protest gets you nowhere when bureaucracy becomes involved.
Thin time.
Absolutely skeletal.
I couldn't afford the dentist, so my teeth fell out.
I tried eating healthy, but I don't know how to pronounce all that stuff I cannot afford.
Thin time.
Starved mind.
Chinese balloons in the sky.
This life gets more insane by the minute,
Thin line.
Shed your skin time.
Perhaps someone will pay you to live in it?
Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems published in many journals and magazines world wide.
In addition, he has edited his poetry zine, Fearless, since 1990 and is the author of sixteen chapbooks including Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000) and Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011).
This write is taken from his newest collection Cease to Destroy from Whiskey City Press.
Which is available on Amazon on the link below.
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