THROW FIRE AT THE WALL
There's no living left : the calendar is out
of pages, already in a shiny new year. The place
where I've parked the dog and cat is out of
time, yet I enter the dream.
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It's an illusion too rich for the taking. Walk me
home, I'll talk. I have five hundred stories yet
to cover before tomorrow's end, and this newspaper
itself isn't paying. I need a patron, quick.
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Polish the apple, give the teacher a bone, send the
lawyer his gift card, call the priest on the phone.
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It was a long time ago that I landed here fresh -
I had new skin, and no understanding of the manner
nor the ways. How do things here work? What is the
meaning of what you're doing. Does this pile-up
amount eventually to anything at all?
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Polish the apple, give the teacher a bone, send the
lawyer his gift card, call the priest on the phone.
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