#2,670 Rub of hours

Rub of hours on your mind
[as you commute between
meetings & temporary ills]
& there that itch infilled by
meaningless sex – by fucks
with unloveable men – see
time is up against you now
& your fading allure will be
less to trade with – less but
more to dress & conceal by
aged arts [of brush & blush
applications] – Take a train
each day & lose your mind
to auld age schemes in sex
games – feed on empty love