Another day drips away
while the robins eat the bricks
and the rust-scum clots
6-3-1, tried and tired
the old Motte-and-Bailey
like something to be bowled over
We stacked contagious air
on noxious film
and lived in our carnival
the bedding was the sod
of six-pack pack rings
and the fish within them
1 comment:
At least you're still at "we."
Just wait until that's gone.
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