the cakes and cookies
lie uneaten many days
adorned by moths
are also the sides of the windows and the door
balmy afternoons bring back
the ghosts of a christmas past
and now look at us
at the peak of a high
felled by a thrill binge
a melo theatrical coitus
ha ha ha
therefore the laments of impersonators
of knaves and cons and other double beings
are mistaken as the longing
for interesting and different things
there used to be a dog between us
we used to be bitten everytime
i used to be smitten all the time
the breeze rattled the wind chime
and i wasnt looking then,i had let go
i feel we're all looking back now
in the supine theatre of dreams
in variations on the same theme
but this isnt about us or me
its about the dog
it has a name
the unknown but the present
bow wow flossy
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