Napoleon in Exile
not
much yeah
I
go outside
at
noon rain ice
remaining
sludge
Tuesday
again
I
thought she was
This
is all wopperjawed
I
click TV, cable is splat
I
decide to whittle
it
sounds like work
At
3, I open the radio
news
sucks
I’m
always waiting
Suffering
succotash
Stare-into-space-porch
the
mail arrives
I
need a window here
if
banana boats dock
tarantulas
and scorpions
are
company for lunch
is
this a flux capacitor?
oh
well. the dog barks
nature
call of the wild
not
really a revolution
walk
dog one more time
the
sun abandons
as
day wanes
like
infernal monologue
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