IT'S OUTSIDE OF
DECENCY, MOSTLY
Shadow-cats cast their arabesques,
rolling forms on a nightmare wall.
The lamp goes dim whenever I
near it. Such odd things happen.
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I try thinking things over, but much
of it goes nowhere. I work on my
posture, try sitting straight, stretching
my back backwards. To no avail.
What if I find myself slumping
right to the death?
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Here there's a shimmer where the
gold once was. Out in the grass,
three deer are munching the bushes.
They look apart, as lackadaisical
as I am in my thinking of them.
We mange the coexistence.
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It's outside of decency, mostly,
where things go so bad : the affront,
the assault; the smallness of a mind
putting one over on another.
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