2/7/17

Standard

Once again,
I’ve failed the paternity test.
Just when I thought
I couldn’t get no lower.
A breeze comes barging in
with a declaration of love
or something equally disturbing,
and the cats have gone to gab
in the retrofuturistic sandbox
we put up a week ago.
Looks like rain,
that’s something people say.
Rain looks like a big stack
of books I’ve been dreading to read.
Eyes swell more easily
when a swamp is in question.
Try not to get so unfocused
this time around,
lest the light
shatter your headpiece.

-r. miller

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