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Don't you ever threaten me with a good time.      I'll show you I'm the favored horse      4 seconds from the finish line. Let's see how long it takes me to upend my life.      It's been a fun night      but I am just about to freeze inside. It's the Fall           and the way years go Or it's me; just me hanging promises from ropes from this living room ceiling.           in the dark searching eyes half-closed around me. I'm just M-80 careless. Short fuse           about to blow all these hopes, all these plans across this carpet, out these windows. Small man of stained glass ribbon feet, slashed hands. Favored horse on toxic lawn, grazing glue shop grass. Fall of 2012. Cold wind, early snow blowing in from the North and getting deep and I know I'm getting buried here. I'll never see the Sun again. And I have made my icy bed, so let me sleep a hundred years. Don't you ever threaten me with a good time.      I'll show you I'm the favored horse      4 seconds from the finish line. The winds have started howling and the waterline's high,      but I've made my bed on bags of sand      so let me wash out at low tide.
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
Hurricane Sandy
Don't you ever threaten me with a good time.      I'll show you I'm the favored horse      4 seconds from the finish line. Let's see how long it takes me to upend my life.      It's been a fun night      but I am just about to freeze inside. It's the Fall           and the way years go Or it's me; just me hanging promises from ropes from this living room ceiling.           in the dark searching eyes half-closed around me. I'm just M-80 careless. Short fuse           about to blow all these hopes, all these plans across this carpet, out these windows. Small man of stained glass ribbon feet, slashed hands. Favored horse on toxic lawn, grazing glue shop grass. Fall of 2012. Cold wind, early snow blowing in from the North and getting deep and I know I'm getting buried here. I'll never see the Sun again. And I have made my icy bed, so let me sleep a hundred years. Don't you ever threaten me with a good time.      I'll show you I'm the favored horse      4 seconds from the finish line. The winds have started howling and the waterline's high,      but I've made my bed on bags of sand      so let me wash out at low tide.
#regret#winter#snow#reflection#cold#memory#weather#wind#disaster#hurricane
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
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