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.