HOLSTER
Derelict animals make me look for
something, maybe over the windows
or under chairs. I can't stop spinning
this clock I'm winding; and I thought
it was done before. One crazy-man
melody rounding the bend. I talk to
St. Christopher, 'Please get me home.'
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Spelunkers are lining the cave with
insurance. They say it's better even
than insulation ever could be. The
man on the side of the road disagrees,
and says 'They should leave things
alone and move on.'
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I have a leftover tomorrow that's
still in my pocket (I guess that's
better than moving around?) -
just one more thing I never
properly used, but what can be
done with yesterday's dream?
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