Wednesday, September 28, 2005

1740

MY WAY NOT YOUR WAY

That's not me talking, by the way.
Cats hot meta king.
Spending time with what is admirable.
Staring down the walkway to "Grudge House."

Spending time with what is admirable
We end up speaking like a translation by Yeats.
We're just that lucky.
It comes to us like shallots in autumn.

I am not listening to a psychic,
I am playing a fast game of yahtzee.
(Yeats wasn't into it, but Millay liked dice.
Actually, Millay was probably a lot of fun.)

This one clings to the truth,
Lives in his head. Boil him an egg.