A Queer old man – Handshake tight, crushing fingers to soft putty,…

Handshake tight, crushing fingers to soft putty, telepathy weak, and no revelation given, saw face punched without clenched fist punching a face.
Let us take that down- ‘You don’t like him!’  – ‘That’s what it is!’
Cesar and Centurion, but the difference is in your tomorrow.
Drunken Love falls from your lips, the one-day heart tries to kiss him, just then
just here, and HE punches YOU in the face.
Tomorrow, old days are back, now a before the before, to shake hands and not let go, to hold still in the soft violence.
Now and tomorrow, a queer old man with his tears in a car park.

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