For the time being wasting time
is what time's good for a little while
Sitting in a lap of green luxury, wood-
pecker, butterflies, blue birds, cardinals,
cut grass & carpenter bees bumping the
porch screen.
I hate.
No reasons why, direct objects or
subjects.
Proof positive of a gap between
circumstance and internal affairs.
Smell “the slow smokeless burning
of decay.” If I had hammer I'd mend
the great divide. Nail it. Fix it good.
Sunday Afternoon time and again.
Sun on the hemlocks and dogwood.
Sherwood Forest. God rest ye merry men.
Motorcycles ratchet up Riceville Road.
Freedom's the word for nothing left to
do. Begging bowl in a cupboard filled
with cupcakes and hate
Exquisite.


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