Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Indeed has there been a lull

Indeed has there been a lull, my tenderteeth . . .

Where have you stuck your nose
in the meantime?
Whose juice have you wiped from your brow?

Indeed, the world is only opened wide
for such brief intervals,
and might'n it be a warrior's duty
to study such timely phenomena,
dilation which may be . . .

Indeed, I say again,
do I hate and churn and loathe.
Stay at least a hand that I raise to such folly,
O Lord.

My teeth hurt from clenching . . .
Not likely; I am home to a thousand.


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