Thursday, January 22, 2015

6283. PUTTIN' MY THINGS AWAY

PUTTIN' MY 
THINGS AWAY
Archangels abound, but I'm
running aground. My Father
Pete disguise isn't working
at all, and all people seem
to want is Extreme Unction 
or Last Rites. What a racket!
-
There's a swelling behind my ear  -
it's enhanced my hearing, and now
I can hear butterflies sing, and 
woodpeckers talk, every sort
of thing, like that and more.
-
Just some wonderful derivations :
I'm no longer impatient for anything
at all, sit back and wait a lot, and  -
really, really really  - I just can't
wait for this globe to heat up
again. It's all so filled
with new promise.

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