The long haul, no

more midnight oil.

The stitch was not

saved, hence

the whole nine.


Third down 

and eighteen,

in double overtime.

Some faster boat

won and I am

runner up again.


Those clocks had

more than twelve hours

on their yawning pates.

And so other deadline



The body, impolitic

as a loud and profane

ingrate, made demands

and tick tick, again I slept

through double overtime.



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