awaiting the Medical Examiner,
we had his heart out, seemed
he needed it for his eight more lives.

asked to leave the room, was i
being warned or threatened?

doing what's best was an unknown;
rule one; don't make rules.
my book was filled with football plays, only;

and frayed. a question loomed.
his image of Rodin wondering,

and each nation poured milk
on their choice of cereal;
proceeded to eat sloppily.

even the chandelier was covered
with milk and cereal and blood.
the housecleaner was due Monday.

03/28/2011

Posted on 03/28/2011
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