11,184. IT'S MIDNIGHT AGAIN

IT'S MIDNIGHT AGAIN

Where the window should be there

is nothing to see : just black darkness

and the noise of the crickets. Soon

enough  -  with the cooler nights  -  

they'll be frozen off, withered to ice

in a sort of natural decay as cold

weather sets in. Goodbye to all that,

or even Goodbye Columbus. Gone is

gone and what's the rest?

-

I like to do things like that  -  the

meaningless foibles of some jerk

out playing with words. Not a cartful

of chocolate milk  -  I hate that stuff  -

but a fistful of dollars instead. Hey!

Let me hug you until you're dead!

(It's midnight again in the garden

of Evil?)...