8998. I'M IN THE HABIT

I'M IN THE HABIT

I'm in the habit of throwing eggs 

at walls, but forgetting they're

hard-boiled; of painting colors on 

colored, cars and of passing 

passers-by on the run. All I 

need right now is a gun : are

you to be my neighbor or just

a fading premise? I walk five

miles a day in dread.

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It's just a collection of habitual

bad things, but at least I'm alive

I guess. I've got one-up on the

guy I saw today driving down

that hill. I knew him, and we 

waved. But he looked so nervous

that I'd even noticed. He place

his hand on his heart, instead

of his head.

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Here, in Tupelo town it's a

Christmas again. I think I'll go

forward, to that place in the park

where they keep that manger and 

crib. I thought that they'd done

away with all that, but now with

all the Mexicans who've moved in  -

Headquarters Plaza and Washington

Slept Here too  -  even this Morristown

now jiggers the monkey. Mangers and

Christ-childs, with Mexican children

pilgrims, and their gifts on the fly.

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You can't just live a life like a

brush-off : you've got to do

something about it.