TOP OF THE MARK
And at the top of my form - but for those who
miss it, that's too bad. It doesn't happen twice.
There's a gunslinger for a Mayor hereabouts in
every second town : marshaled garbage the
Petcos of the mind and body. The fleur de lis
in the MacDonald's playroom, the lethargist at
Home Depot. There's no real way to adjust.
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I bend my back to get under the bridge - like
some muscled form by William Blake, that old
Nobodaddy keeps coming back to harangue me.
I don't care what he says, and I don't want to listen.
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