Sunday, February 3, 2013

Normandy, Can You Serve me Food?

Do you remember what you were for?
The bull, the rooster, and the master
tribal rural gold mine to a point,
the breaking off of friendships
is a lasting acid burn
like loosing sleep
over the course of
forty-five years
and so on.
SO if you feel
you have right to push me down,
then move your lawnmower off my lawn
or I shall release the bulls onto you.
They are attracted to the fire under your feet.

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