you never know until it's too late
that everything you put your hand
to fades & dissolves in the sun
of an aroused intellect
that sees your work for what
it aint not what it seems
to those in the shadows
like yourself you dig?
even your hip lingo
shows the sag
in the back
stubble
& spit
Michael Pruchnicki
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-life-wasted/
