Saturday, December 24, 2011


is taking a shit
and feeling good about it

and smelling
like you mean it

bird droppings
in my coffee cup
mix right in
with my present
state of mind.

it all looks better
from behind.

dime time
one dime at a time


the sun rises and the sun sets. and in between
we scramble hurriedly along trying desperately
not to be last. and when the day comes to its end,
we're no further ahead then we were at sun rise.
but, tomorrow we'll try it all again.
we are nothing if not persistent. 

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