was the road
dark and wet?
shouldn't you have
taken shelter amid a
stand of tall pine?
were you crossing the
road to go home to your
kind god or
were you thirsty for
your medicine swill?
tell us please
were you writing
a poem in your head
as the headlights flashed
on your dumb skull?
and how did you come so
far only to greet this
lull in good sense?
furthermore
why were you there
rather than in the drunk tank
you loved so well?
smile or blink to these and
stay still
or rise
up and tell us;
was this your
final will?
TS
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
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