Arcangels in the Lavatory (Basin)

 


a faint mist rises in a place where
   there is a cranberry
                           bog       and a
                           new      nail salon
                                             (for women
                                               And men, just as our dear mother
                                                had prognosticated
              wit a fair dose amyl nitrate (!!!poppers!!!) for all the kids at
the legendary Heffalump's birthday bash.......they all be lookin' hotter'n'hell,
              crowding all about the rocket'ship (counting Down
                   for a liftoff when the engines fire and smoke, and'll
                           likely turn the kids in to burning they own
                   self-imposed bodies in sacrificial protest, 'cause there's
no escape from the roaring that proceeded such super-power indulgences
                                                led by men of two (or more)
                                                           countries.

Those days seem to have been just yesterday.
Those days seem to be no one's tomorrow.

                     Today is merely today.... now.

                           (no squandering, pleas)

                            no vapid dreaming
                                                      on the Life Line


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