dog day--
can't write,
cat took my pen

sunlit lamp shade--
cat naps carry on while
politicians roar

bark rubs
on skin in quiet wood--
mind grown still

i will succeed.
biding time, meaning can come later

the forest is burning
with memories of other less important species

imposing dogma, please stop looking at my throat;
i need you though
deep inside
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i will fail.
allow this meaning to escape for now

the forest is dark
the memory of how i came, dim

yield up truth for later ages, words;
i have no need for you
otherwise than out

angeloi sing--
drowning out our dialogue
sounds heard elsewhere

'                                                                ­           mouse caught stealing gorp
                                                            ­                                         flies from bag to fire ring--
                                                          ­                                           deeper sleep






















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