Because Last Night Was Friday Night
April 7, 2018Because last night was Friday night
I had to search to find a quiet place
and when I found it I wanted to leave it
though I wasn’t even working off a mean gin drunk.
Because last night was Friday night
I had to search to find a quiet place
and when I found it I wanted to leave it
though I wasn’t even working off a mean gin drunk.
Tired of enclosure, I sit near what view
of trees and sky my house will give.
Across the back fence, my neighbor
who can hardly walk
An angel came to me and said, O Pitiable Fools!
O Foolish Mortals! O Everlasting Damnation!
I said, Perhaps you will be willing to shew me
their eternal lot, and my own. He said, Come.
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Day rolls over,
pulling at the covers of dusk.
Lights come on in sequence
and before they go off