Brian Beatty

Timex

One day I discover
this mysterious
half-healed scar
above my wristwatch:

some dried blood
arced like a meteorite
falling behind
the Timex horizon.

It’s small consolation
but still a reminder
I’ve not yet died
from feeling.

Life Lesson

What have I learned
outliving Jesus, Jack Kerouac
and Richard Brautigan?

Know who your friends are
and no guns in the house.

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