SIDEWAYS ON SATURDAYS
Each step of the way it was like
gold. I've made someone happy.
The thick gray sky seemed as
heavy as steel, lumbering low
as the trucks rolled by.
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The man with the blueprint said
nothing much. He clerks in Hell
for the Satan bunch. It's a sideline
of his ilk : Plans and formulas,
designations and new schemes.
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I have a hunch we're headed there
too. Drilling and slicing the land
we inhabit will being nothing new.
That gold I mentioned? It's all in
the mind, not the mine.
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