| What are you doing?
Don’t worry, it doesn’t matter.
It used to matter, but things change.
Now laundry hangs in the back yard getting dusty
And is sometimes yanked off the line by dogs
While old friends reach wrong numbers
And my speed-dial turns up the dead and disconnected
Faster than a sharpshooter shovel or the far too lively
Armadillos that keep digging up undesired dismembered
Bodies each night in Preacher Arnold’s side yard
And the dogs scatter the resurrected parts through
The wealthy neighborhood of Needle's Eye each morning.
rcs.
Current draft: 3/30/2010
Created on 3/25/2010 2:21 PM |
you thought I was being strange before? HA!
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