Cheshire Court (TheLoveCats@juno.com)

6.5.00

Note: Really. It's a poem about Citan. And it's silly. Yes. Stop looking at me like that--I have /no/ idea why it happened. /sob/

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summer scallions

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the air's dancing

under heat.

sit back. joke. wait

for angels to descend, or for you

to ascend. wings out of practice,

but flying's like riding. laugh

with your wife. been a slap in

the face of

the world

starting a family full-knowing

the gospel's any day now.

maybe a little late. pour

more lemonade. war can wait.

could be a cookout with the contact,

weather'll hold. bait

your hooks and go trawling first, for never

has being a fisher of men

been so fine.

human only takes you so far

'till you're netted, but

far enough for dinner. and

they know

you're amused

but never quite see how much

you're

laughing.

the next round's yours,

light it with a limerick.

there's always time for dying,

after dessert.