Thursday, July 31, 2014

5635. GRATE ME LIKE A CHEESER, NAKED

GRATE ME LIKE 
A CHEESER, NAKED
My dog is here, snoring again  -  she sleeps some 
nights away in a slumber miraculous and happy 
and brave. I just know it. I love the noises.
Mystical, magic eyes I have not. Arms that
sag and get tired to life. A back near to broken
with burdens and boxes. I can hardly stand tall,
let alone at all.
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And then, before you know it, it's something like
Christmas again  -  all that bullshit and cant and
cavil. 'Why to bother?' is the way some Shakespeare
would put it :  'tis better then to swank the night than
take some ignoble Yule and swat you on the head
before it is fired and burning its own anon.'
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Yeah, well, something.

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