Wednesday, July 12, 2006

And Then I Toast You Out.

Between our times and the most recent chimes-
Such a bevy of levity marches and declines-
To a beat I grew to live by,
to breathe, sack-buy,
grown gun-shy,
ever cheek-dry.

Now I’m dressed of the less blessed and I’m manning my stool.
Head caressed by my messed skin cap and I’m lapping my cesspool.

The tones hum, then break, when I shift, they’ll start to shout…

And then, AND THEN:

And then I toast you out.

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