Tuesday, January 3, 2017

9039. OH FRIGHTFUL MAN

OH FRIGHTFUL MAN
At the edge of another something :
precipice, century, year, eon. And
you may take your pick. This is
Jupiter; this is Mars. On either
one, we cannot walk together.
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My tendencies run toward mystery 
and stealth. I open these boxes, one
by one, by ripping the tops off  -  and
not the way the instructions clearly
state. Pull tab, roll back. All that.
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They hire squids with skid-mark
pants to make those rules. I'll do
what I want, and get it done. It's
been a lot of lost time, these
wandering days. Back home 
again, I guess, is nice.
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Filigree. Percolator. Hatchback.

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