Sunday, January 22, 2012


sex is a machine at Sears
evaluating short comings

we all cast shadows we'll never retrieve
death is a shadow we'll all cast

he wasn't much of a father
nor much of a husband
but he loved his animals
we guess animals
were his one and only true love

pull into the parking lot
and they come running
looking for a handout
city says don't feed them
how do you tell a small child
laughing merrily
small bag of old bread
no arrests yet

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