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Leaks - May 13, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • 24 minutes ago
  • 1 min read

so rare to see a smoker these days,

to watch a slow suicide

 

no need for me to show funeral eyes

theirs are full of enjoyment

 

though enjoyment is a congenial word

for an addict getting a fix

 

I like to think my life isn’t killing me,

but it is, living does, very gradually

 

everyone develops leaks in their boat and

inch by inch, sink towards a watery grave

 

the difference might be, drilling holes in

the bottom of it, doesn’t help with repairs

 

where those of us who patch their trickles

have paid for a relaxing sunset cruise

 

and plan to watch it submerge

as the sun goes down

 
 
 

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