I am reading

Thrice in one statement,
I use the word verdict
I love that it is a terminal
A stop sign for having to condone excesses
For controlling deficiencies
Between my spiraled wooden table
And coffee whirling from a stir
Is a collection of surreal poems
And a book titled “About”
With contents of varying themes
Like you, thugs, vaccines, love
Hence, reading has become a ritual
You say this is why my eyes die daily
I say of what use is the eyes if they can’t wander
You say there are many other things I can do with ease
I say not now, please.

LARDO