flies at the flophouse
let them in
covered in gravy and pie
chopped and laced in rye
before they got panned
over in a minute
flour put out the fire
anise seed stewed
but that was another
hole in the middle
a comical fair
one glued to another
kept watch at bay
one fool at a time
why do we wait
a song on the toe and a hairspring tie?
you're entitled to know
as long as you wait
that cottage grove feels fine
singing beneath the rafters
a job well done
floating toes refining prose
a dress rehearsal
straying bay of steeples
the logorithms bray
reaching kitchen corners
blankets in repose
forgone conclusions
alphabet all night
long for tomorrow
guess for today
but that's not happening
longing for tea
the breeze took over
take out the stew and run
it's always better that way
denis streeter 8/30/18
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