Judging my Muse, she is but one piece of scattered wits
Her adequate description of
Barbed misery is quite aesthetic
In best practice, one flees comfort simply to sense, and sense
In a manner acute
My fatal flaw is how I love to feel
I am angry with her, collecting bottles of distilled self, shutting down
And spurring on
Sorrow is dark green, death, blue glass in the riverbed
We are deluded, diluted with equal parts apathy and need
You lofted my blanket just so
There it loiters, teal gauze on metal
Who can predict the forecast
It is upper thirties out tonight and
I will be sleet-pounded and bruising by daybreak
Joining my song is no crime tonight-
Leave it all, three lazy blocks behind
Come and share my bed, you restless sleeper
I need someone else’s skin here, muddling heat, hoarding resource,
Congested in the finest way
You couldn't know the difference
Let us go back in time, I say, forty years or so.
There they cannot pity my technology
I’ll meet you there but
What wouldn’t I do
24 March 2009
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