OBLIGATIONS TARRY
I'm on overload, I can't move
and I can't run. My back is
against the wall, my hands
are tied. I'm stuck in place,
unable to function; lost in a
space of an extreme unction.
In fact, I may die any minute.
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Watching the cars in town:
people driving to work, or
from, or around; stopping,
for gifts or snacks. The guy
in the pharmacy seems really
short, wearing a tall hat to
make up a difference, yet
seeking pills that will
increase his height? He'll
find out by night if he's
gained an inch? (So much
matters when you're in a
pinch).
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Those lumber trucks never
fail - 30-feet trunks of trees
piled heavy, strapped in place
and made mobile. Cut me some
board-feet won't you? I want
to build an old-time jail.
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