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- I wake     A thirst         A terrible thirst             Rouses me from dreamless sleep                 So down to the kitchen                     To douse and slake                          With book in hand... - Aurthur     A hero?         This King of golden,             Olden tales                 More like David                     Than I previously knew! - A boatload of infants     Four weeks old and unattended         Born around May Day             And a good man's wife                 Plays wet nurse                     to King Aurthur's undoing - Elsewhere on my bookshelf,     Apollo strips         Marsyas of his outer finery             After winning the battle                 ...Of the bands - Flayings a-plenty on canvases       In my image search results       ...With "happy little trees"             And the Faun                  Skinned to his knees - Soothing voice of Bob Ross plays     on loop in my head Some of the only peace that has come     Of late - Happy-little-flayings     Happy-little-monstrosities - The sky is darkened, the sun is hiding     his face in skies over 'round the         eastern edge...and the moon is             refusing to shine her light. - I open my throat and try to     say...anything                     To YOU . . . And back toward my bedroom I climb
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
Three-thirty, Thirsty
- I wake     A thirst         A terrible thirst             Rouses me from dreamless sleep                 So down to the kitchen                     To douse and slake                          With book in hand... - Aurthur     A hero?         This King of golden,             Olden tales                 More like David                     Than I previously knew! - A boatload of infants     Four weeks old and unattended         Born around May Day             And a good man's wife                 Plays wet nurse                     to King Aurthur's undoing - Elsewhere on my bookshelf,     Apollo strips         Marsyas of his outer finery             After winning the battle                 ...Of the bands - Flayings a-plenty on canvases       In my image search results       ...With "happy little trees"             And the Faun                  Skinned to his knees - Soothing voice of Bob Ross plays     on loop in my head Some of the only peace that has come     Of late - Happy-little-flayings     Happy-little-monstrosities - The sky is darkened, the sun is hiding     his face in skies over 'round the         eastern edge...and the moon is             refusing to shine her light. - I open my throat and try to     say...anything                     To YOU . . . And back toward my bedroom I climb
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Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
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