Monday, December 9, 2013

Not a Rant...

I wanted to rant about my fourteen hour day yesterday waiting on the gas company to fix a leak and turn us back on.  But.  It all seems so ridiculous this morning in the light of other things that came to light yesterday.  This is a result of all of that wreckage.

12.9  What Really Matters

Rage feels silly after waking
from dreams of family scuffles
at the funeral-to-be
when that paper dragon
leaving obscene paper scraps
scattered across the front lawn
and standing in its place
the real deal
chuffing brimstone
and throwing the fallen snow
upwards in a perversion
of natural ways
that simply shouldn’t be.



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