From the old days
Now’s the time to do sleep,
Close the eyes, count the sheep,
And when cock’s crow makes chickens cluck
to roll over, mutter, “fuck”
And sleep some more.
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Sweetest Episodes
Suicide Squirrel Threat
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I sat in darkness
Where were all the meteors?
Canyon sightlines suck
I improvise the Fort Knox of pie safes
My turkey loaf, cooling, is secure
The cats doze, feigning indifference
Who’s the boss here?
Email chills the soul
The singer is no diva
He tells us so, no?
He has been patient
And he is not a diva
He tells us so, no?
He is no diva
And I’m the next Clifford Brown
You heard it here first
He is no diva!
Capitulate or he’s gone
I told ya so, no?
John is so prolific? Brewski?
Mainly boredom — I was hangin’ out, waiting to see if the Persiads would be visible in my narrow slice of sky.