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life is sweet
and what you make it
so says natty dread
on goldfish crackers
almost stale french bread
and cheap boxes of wine
we make life sweet
and oh so fine
with an electric blanket and hot love
we warm ourselves from the world outside
when gas...
me, the lady of shalott
is eye-locked in the mirror
because i know i’m hot to trot
but could it be any clearer
i’m looking at me while gazing at you?
how can you just pass me by
without lingering a while?
when you wander past this way
why is it you...
this once fertile hill of fields
turned-sparsely-settled subdivision
is haunted with distant train whistles,
tree frogs and the scent
of clover hanging in
the damp air where
distant cars hiss down wet
distant country roads or
crush gravel causing...
she sauntered in
like a whirlwind,
small and inconspicuous
kicking leaves about
in an otherwise quiet corner
she offered red, swirled
licorice in her right hand
blue skirt flailing about her waist,
but there was something seductive
about the way that...
perhaps happiness
would come if i gave in
abandoned all ambition
succumbed to ruralburbia
settled for a distillery
job in clermont kentucky
instead of pursuing
loftier goals.
if i had just given up
my ardor of pushing harder
stopped listening to...