William Charles Delman
Trying Desperately to Hold a Day
When I Was Nine-Years-Old
The tourniquet is a tree limb in a photo
Where no I goes but gone when the drawl
Is staccato cadenced and four corners offer
All the walls the world can muster
Leave the windows closedFrom LA to NYC
The immured are sliding into history
And the wheels will stopping to have seen
This happened down the roadNo sooner known than forget in reaching
For another button character seeking