Monday, April 17, 2017


Intent drops like honey from a
beehive here; my anxious heart
seems broken at each turn. Already,
it's the day after tomorrow to me,
and all the reviews are in.
Sit me back to watch the screen  -  
some silly escarpment evading
measure. Those folks, they linger,
too near the closed-up pool. My
moist intentions are good, but
everything just hurts too much.
New foundations shall make me
stronger, and the men are digging
out back : 3 feet deep and 60 feet
square. Nothing shall beat this new
rectangle of dirt and stone and brick.
Yes, I am building a movie hall where
I shall endeavor to invite the dead : 
watching old home movies of 
everyone; seeing old home views
of the world at large.

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