Jan 03, 2005 08:01
Life is
out in the street,
a drunken devil who cavorts the
Barber of Seville, wailing
like a tom on alley fences,
look how hot he dances! with
brandy flaming on his breath.
Oh, Revel!
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I am Monday's hairless creature,
I am Tuesday's drunken preacher,
I am Wednesday's halfway house,
I am Thursday's empty mouths,
I am Friday's starving masses,
I am Saturday's shrouded caskets,
and on Sunday, I am God.
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Cooking breakfast in the morning
I heard the rain come down
in a sizzle, like grease popping
on a griddle, and harmonize
with my frying eggs.