Pull yourself up and out and on
-to something much less fragile.
Tie them loose, though, for bare
-foot is best in these shifting
sands. Help yourself to second
helpings and thirds and fourths,
if that’s your thing. Pay no atten
-tion to the starving man in the
corner; he’s been here awhile.
Wait. Maybe ask him one quest
-ion, tell him one lie. Has he
been to hell and back yet? Have
Written for Poetic Asides, Day 13.
owOOO! Snarl! I’m saving this in my poems I cannot live without file.