| Jay Scott : Daily Whale : archive : 2002 : 12 February 2002 |
The sink is full tonight.
The fridge is calm; the dust lies gray
Along the shelves; out the French doors the light
Gleams off the slugs; the pile of bills to pay
Falls over sideways onto the sleeping cat.
I'm getting out
Of here! The television seems
To offer visions of defending teams,
So curious, inscrutable, and true,
And yet has neither maids, nor aides, nor brooms,
Nor any other friend to ease my brain;
And I am here as on a sparkling plane
Swept for shoes, with unarmed luggage in flight,
Which indigent airlines crash by night.
give me a clue so sweet and true
copyright 2002, 2003 Jay J.P. Scott
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