6646. SWANSEA : BY THE TIME

SWANSEA : BY THE TIME

Each time I turn around it's another ending

again; the week is over, this task is done,

someone else is gone, that one is dead. As if

embedded in a frozen circumstance  -  some

Idaho steak in a lethal freezer  -  I can't even

shout back. This time, it is over, and I have

lost. The girl I'm with always says 'it comes

in threes'. I'd like to believe in something, 

yes, but, no, not that.

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If it comes in threes, then why don't I get it :

like the rest, Trinity, Triune, perfect multiples

of, always, 9. What's it all about this time?

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(Senorita, do you know the way I am looking

back at you  -  bringing me another silly drink

so we can talk about nothing? Was Zapata or

Rivera ever here with you? Am I too late for

that party too? Me, Zapata, Rivera, and you.

Perhaps not three, but it'll have to do. All

those rolling deaths then let them come

as they may. Any count will is too few

when I am here with you).