Tuesday, April 19, 2016


'I ain't got jack; I ain't got
the bad language or the good, 
I ain't holding no hand, nothing.'
These are triplets, like a tri-color
flag or hat. Good for the French 
steeple but not much else.
I always wanted to leave a Catholic
country and come back in some
agnostic fest. Just like that.
Now, time and again, this oasis
runs away from me. I slip. I fall.
There ain't no oasis at all.

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