A SMALL PIECE OF CLOTH
How I keep content? Odd thoughts
now mostly - figments to keep the
parlor lamps lit. Life being mostly
blemish, a small piece of cloth will
suffice. Tiny-sized, to cover over
the brains of mice.
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It is said now the homeless need
shows and underwear most. I would
not know. I see they all have phones,
which makes me wonder. From where
and how? They can talk to each other,
maybe, about their dire straits?
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The problem with that is the structure
of a sentence. The small cloth again -
they'd need first to learn to talk, and
make a sense of what they are trying
to say. That's nearly impossible today.
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So, I harbor no fugitives here in this
parlor light - except myself. Letting
no others in suits me fine enough. And,
without even a phone, I need nothing
else, not even shoes nor underwear. A
small piece of cloth, perhaps, to cover
the brain of the mouse who lives
in this house?
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