OUT THE KENDRICK
Miscreants are bereaved and
beavers are lost. Ideas are like
honey and pathos is vapid.
I like things like this :
suspenders in the window,
new lighting along the edge,
drawn drapes to keep the
light IN, not out. A solemn,
mellow sort of religion to
usher in the new music.
-
Had I not turned around, just then,
that steamrolling truck, headed
straight for me, would have never
been seen. Would I have written
my memoirs about that? I wonder.
Miscreants are bereaved and
beavers are lost. Ideas are like
honey and pathos is vapid.
I like things like this :
suspenders in the window,
new lighting along the edge,
drawn drapes to keep the
light IN, not out. A solemn,
mellow sort of religion to
usher in the new music.
-
Had I not turned around, just then,
that steamrolling truck, headed
straight for me, would have never
been seen. Would I have written
my memoirs about that? I wonder.
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