Sunday, December 31, 2006

New Year

It's time to flush this one down the toilet
and not a second too soon.

"Wonder how is she feeling in that region. Shame all put on before third person. More put out about a hole in her stocking. Molly, her underjaw stuck out head back, about the farmer in the ridingboots and spurs at the horse show. And when the painters were in Lombard street west. Fine ..."
-- Joyce, ULYSSES (487)

Last night I crawled under the deck.
I found a Monarch
frigid from fall.

She's sitting on my watch now,
waiting for time to go by,
and like me
she's unconcerned about the number
where the three should be.

It's just another day.

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