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NOW FAVORING FAIR WEATHER

 

Now favoring fair weather

The kind that soothes the skin

Rather than chills

Lifts rather than kills

Let us be one with the great mountain

Instead of shivering in its shadow

Having grown tired of the chase

For a bundle of rice

To nourish the bones

That have learned to make do

On humble fare

            Could it be the time we live in

            That sends us off so resigned

            The futile upward climb

            Prejudice and group politic

            Clubs and mutual aid societies

            While you live outside

            Without couch or screen

            No cool beverage machine

            No filet on the grill

            Just mustard packs

            Waiting for a hot dog to fill

            Perhaps a black coffee

            To ward off the ghosts

            That creep in from the margins

            When your eyes beg to close

Cold seat, flat and short

Cardboard mattress between you and the Lord

Who watches and waits

Knowing we all are getting ready

To disintegrate

To turn warm flesh to grey dust                                                     151112.1

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