I wallow in the shallows
Filth up to my knees
From the murky water
It has not overtaken me
But it’s difficult to cultivate
In the marshes
I’d march right out of here
And bathe in the crispness
Of Zephyrhills
Or the briskness
Of the Pacific.
Seeking to purify
That which was lost
On southern hospitality

07/07/2005

Posted on 07/07/2005
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