Tuesday, June 23, 2020

12,915. YOU'VE MET MY MATCH, BUT I'VE NOT MET MINE

YOU'VE MET MY MATCH, 
BUT I'VE NOT MET MINE
So how weird is that? It almost looks like a
comical error. You've met mine, but I've not
met mine? Two spaceships, over-flinging the
moon. Usually I keep really quiet about that
sort of thing. My body is my barometer.
Of Thee I sing.
-
At an age when others are still young, I
am already dead; slathered on bread like
a pumpkin jam, mixed in with buffalo
juice and a punctured yam. Leave me
the drippings when you finally leave.
Of The I Sing : I am bereaved.
-
You can't fight traffic when the
Interstate is clogged, and I think 
I know where we're going but
for that damned road-hog.
Of Thee I....Sing?

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