"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



Going on holiday is like winning the lottery

All of  a sudden you have a wallet full of foreign

money    You eat brunch everyday  & dinner with

a reservation at night    Handsome men call you    honey


And cocktails called  Bitches Brew  await you

But so does your plane  home    Where multitudes

of baby carpenter ants are hatching  and the dog

out back is barking     a brand new tune


And soon  you won’t have to pinch yourself to know       you’re awake



Winter  2013

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