A TENDENCY
TOWARDS FRENZY
See-saw Marjorie-daw the cat ran away
with the spoon and wasn't that a frightful
dish to put before the moon but keep watching
the pot to boil and it never will. Yet soon,
so soon, Bolero, we are both finished and gone.
-
I awoke from deep slumber, with my mind
more scattered than before. All we have
is lasso and rope. Pity dogs and forgive men.
The southwestern gaze of some Hopi hope.
Prairie dogs and big men. This train was
coming down the tracks. This train was never
coming back. Why do I cry all the time?
TOWARDS FRENZY
See-saw Marjorie-daw the cat ran away
with the spoon and wasn't that a frightful
dish to put before the moon but keep watching
the pot to boil and it never will. Yet soon,
so soon, Bolero, we are both finished and gone.
-
I awoke from deep slumber, with my mind
more scattered than before. All we have
is lasso and rope. Pity dogs and forgive men.
The southwestern gaze of some Hopi hope.
Prairie dogs and big men. This train was
coming down the tracks. This train was never
coming back. Why do I cry all the time?
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