The Living Day

I need a little jay
like I need the living day.

It doesn’t repair itself,
now does it? Don’t think so.

I need a sickly stray
like I need the living day.

Oh, you don’t wanna mess
with success when it finds you.

I need a three-hour stay
like I need the living day.

Have a pan of old brownies, on me.
Taste better when they’re free.

I need a better way
like I need the living day.

Take these socks, I won’t be
needing them where I’m going.

I need some time away
like I need the living day.

Well, this didn’t solve anything,
now did it? Aw shucks.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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