(11 AM – promoted by TheMomCat)
How radioactive is that fish in rads,
Let met pull out my Becquerel exchanger.
Whoa! That’s high. Let me calculate lifespan
Against protein requirements.
The mercury dropped in the mouth of a dying day,
Not because a poet had died, but because
A poet had not lived. Would Don Delillo
Fill the gap? It seems not, here.
Jesus, the guy can write about small things,
A sparrowfall, Hitler studies, breath-mints,
the way his daughter held his hand, not
to cling, but to re-assure him, against himself.
How fragile. How angry is the chimp?
I’ll ask you about that later.
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off the cuff, you might say.
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It’s one of those things wherein my English sucks.
what year would that be
Some year in the past
When time was not so fast
Spirits long past
be calling to me
The pipes play in my head
My Celt ancestors said
Some purpose for me
A point to it all
Build you a fire
A circle of light
Sit a spell
On this spring winter night
Wish not for what you want but
Think hard on what is right