the last record is stopped
the electric heat blower is off
i took the D battery
out of the tromp l'oeil clock
the fire's ticking to itself
a muttering drunk waiting for dawn
how long can it go on?
days trim & separate
as suburban lawns
boats on trailers waiting for water
everyone's been getting haircuts
T-- O---- left us a nug
and the white cake
Connie dreamed of.
what matters most is carriage
mike said
only the way he said it
it came out courage.
i saw him dancing.
it was like
a sea
had been asleep under him
and his bones never woke from the dream |
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