Monday, November 24, 2014

6101. HORNED TOAD

HORNED TOAD
(evergreen cemetery)
Fire on the mountain. Jubilation Day. 
The late and the lost. Anything at all, 
today. My manner is polite but stern, 
staggering and straight together. Yes, 
I can walk the  line. Flugel horns I'm 
hearing in the back of my mind.
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Dinner at six, or whenever you want.
Who cares about eating on this planet?
A precious moment keeps ties to the
Divine; everything else can rot.
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Now, Thor, put your hammer down : 
I have walked four miles and am already
resigned. The grave of Stephen Crane is at
my feet. The obelisk memorial is unsigned.

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