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Politics for Poets

Politics off.

Wake up. Gotta get to Church

Sunlight. Flowers. Saturday. A Choir.

I think I've blogged enough today.

Life goes on.

Jan 11, 2012

~ OK Now.

January, February rain.
 
   Once he realized that no one else was left in the hall
    he hurried out of there so as not to be seen
      still drunk, swooning, no one looking for him
     and un able to find the car
    
   Finally, after walking twenty feet more
      he sees it parked there by a big red door.
  He gets in the back, leaves the keys on the ground
    so no one can say
    that he was bound
  off to drive drunk like he was.
      
   At sunrise he awoke
     and drove off
      into the fog.