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May 02, 2005
long winded beasts, like myself
flushed
flooded
there are worse train wrecks
to cause
I possess the morals of a hyena
and that is probably an insult
to the animal
however
Im not interested in being the guest of honor
at the church potluck this fall
even Leonard Cohen
has a fair idea
of what the future holds
and it is not a helping hand
a smoking pistol
seems more likely
as I lay dying
I will not curse anyones name
other than the one
my mother gave me
and Im glad she is not here
to see
where her bouncing boy has landed
I am hunched in the wheat
waiting for the sickle to rise
hoping I am worthy
of the blade
if not
then we will be married
in fourteen days
from now
like we agreed upon
inside the walls of a garden
where I laid down to rest
and you offered your pillows
to me
I am gracious in defeat
secretly relieved
(I must admit)
to be off the market
in these days where sunlight
rarely breaks through the foliage
and into the inner chamber
of these dye eyed fawns
they are too busy chewing the grass
because it is green
to appreciate the sol
and the waterworks
that falls at their feet
but I love you
there is a tremor
in my lifeline
when I think of it
without you
and I suppose
that is as close
as I shall come
to completion in this life
closer than most
ever dare
nearer than the stars
shall burn
deeper than the wells
from which we drink
those which we toast
on the lake
as blue torpedoes
wisp around our inactivity
we draw breath
inside an embrace
that keeps the dream machine
rolling
and I don’t need anything more
as long as you wont accept
anything less
Posted by Drexler at May 2, 2005 02:12 PM