I SHIED AWAY
And there never was any turning back -
song of the June moon, tune of the distant
loon, everywhere, everywhere, laughter
discounts darkness. I was once a doctor
The jury went out on me, and never came
back. I sat there until my term was up,
but never knew what that term to be came
to be : meters and backyards, all together.
This nightmare of a Princeton lawn
continues. I knew that lady well
before she had a house to sell.
In 1967, this was an antiques shop - so
don't give me no crap about churches or
local missions. They sold old crap for
extra dollars. Just like now; except
this time it's the house itself, and
50 years later. Jesus K. Rist how
time flies. Lordy so, and again,
how all this time just flies.
(I've shied away from maclamite
and all those marble eyes).