Saturday, December 5, 2009

45*21

dim light of morning toxic
the building is half fallen
like stars tonight they hang peculiar and low
at twilight
but can't see through blanket of white
the bag of flour went straight up
and bounced off muscle
she giggled, nice catch
I then was floating on a water of some sort
not common, can't drink it
they just appear like playing cards
rarely win that game of solitaire
but I got all my aces
in this blizzard a potent jug
and out the window a cemetery
gated but barely contained
the stones are a bunch of crooked teeth
some dating back to the 1500's
he cried looking at his daughters grave
he said they were victims of cabin fever
we drove back at 25 mph cars piling up our rear

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