GOT TO PASTE
THE WINDOW GRID
And I don't want to do 'nothin' else. Me and
Tom Sawyer, we get the day off. Got that,
Melinda Miles, or whatever your name is
now. This time is a Summer breeze, and I
refuse the cutting blade - no grass, all shade.
Just let things go and grow. It's not even Winter
yet, and winter's acting over. I'm finding out new
ways of skinning the cat. The town I came from
had no land at all - just a floating island of
nothing in a sea of debris. Funny too, isn't it,
how the 's' goes silent in both 'island' and
'debris.' Try rhyming that for a quarter.
I've got to paste the window grid.