Monday, April 30, 2012

Sunday Sunday

Sunday Afternoon
 
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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