Friday, July 20, 2012

On the Mend

I'm on the mend,
if you don't mind.

I will not give
a damn - as I

gather my maud. If
you need to maul

or hear me waul
like that cat who

sat on the wall,
that just shows your

flaw - you flea on
a calf. Don't claw

at me; I can walk
across this lake without

you to warn me
of the swan who 

kept her bans. She
wasn't sane or maybe

maybe she hid her
head in the sand

like I once did,
but now that ends.

I'm on the mend
if you don't mind.

2 comments:

  1. Sounds as if you're going in the right direction.

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  2. Buck up, form a fist and punch at the air in front of you as if it were your only way to survive the day.

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