a strip of moonlight
illuminating simple pleasure
so very profound
punishment, mete out as needed.
fierceness adds flavor;
tastes like chicken.
every freaking thing
tastes like chicken.
you and I taste like chicken;
should someone
care to taste us.
a bright spot in a
bleak, dreary day.
horizon of dark daydreams.
scheming shadows looming.
just another one of those
hazy empty lazy days.
sitting on deck
watching snow smelt
and watching rabbits fornicate.
in inclement weather
a place exists where death
teaches the living
infinite patience.
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