
THIS IS A PRECURSOR TO THE NEXT PINO PER DIEM:
I saw him on his sickbed
And with no hesitation, he told me he was good as dead.
I could see it too; his eyes all red,
his blood long bled.
But what my eyes didn’t realize
is what I will now rationalize…
Yes, he may be dying…
So are we. Not just me,
all of humanity.
DO WE HAVE THAT URGENCY?
That we are on our mental sickbed?
Desperation is not that sensation that helps us
sleep at night…


















