songanddancegirl

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HOLE

THERE’S A HOLE IN THE BUCKET

Sometimes you die by the drop  said Tibor

the glass restorer    Everything he said was

cryptic  Humpty-dumpty rhetoric  +fractured

platitudes

 

He was rugged  +prone to monastic retreats in

Slovakia   Obtuse humour:  Is that your truck

outside?  pointing to the 3 ton  engine running

I laughed out loud  long+hard  as Tibor shuddered

spasmodically

 

On a day when yet another friend fell into the grip

of un-hingement  by vertigo   Stygian blight on 2nd

half of lifers  Who must now cling to walls +strange

men  to keep from keeling over

 

Maybe the world is flat after all   +this is the part where

the edge is  everywhere   By way of good-bye Tibor grabbed

my ass   He said: Walk like a sailor  +learn how to fly   baby!

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Come Spring  2016

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