Monday, February 13, 2017

LIKE A FOX

The moon was damn big tonight
The winds were quiet.
The dog simply went to sleep.
My dreams were 
strangely filled with quiet
erotica these last few nights.
At every fork in the road,
I took the short one.
I resist compromise but do it
when necessary or expedient
The world seems altogether twisted somehow.
With the moon gone, the shadows play
tricks like a fox and I fall for the terra cotta soldiers 
spread in every direction.
Momentary panic. 
Just for a minute.

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