drawn tight
under secret wishes of
the monday morning club
are rules for the dead and dying
one
that all birds disappear
in 5/8 time as
coffee pours from a thermos
two
that our fingerprints smear
exactly as our friends have warned
three
that when bells strike
towers remain smiling.
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This is about observation - artistic, political, and personal. Some days I laugh. Some days I wonder. And some days I'm ready to paint the ceiling with a pistol. Enjoy the ride. Somebody has to.
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