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Tiger stripe- midnight counting down the hours until i can see again

& on the way home(alone...yes)I swear I saw something in the hedgerow//rhyme//shudder

something, something, SOMETHING BIG

it was moving, it was watching me & licking its lips

it knew my name, my real name

it said

they're right you know

it...IT

it sounded like Miles Davis on those recordings when you hear him say something off mic to the engineer

it said

is that what you wanted

are you happy

what do you want

what do you want

what do you want

i was running

it was chasing

it was tethered to my boot heel

it was on wheels

it howled like a BETCH

the lights of passed houses lighted up

the wife was saying

what was that noise, honey, honey, what was that noise.. go look

the husband was sleeping

the husband was buddha'd

i ran to my car

locked the door

put on the shipping forecast

slept on the backseat

 

morning came

SCHLINGG!

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Apr 17, 2012
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