ill-tempered Man
Crazy like some story of rabbits in sweaty weather Relapsed, and thrown down Dirty on his paw His shoe leather in mud Ill Tempered man lives here Four maybe five days he sleeps In a year, in a brown package With some false little whisper A man with forty winks And an obtuse lover With lips red for all seasons Ill tempered man lives here Confined within a fusty cell His wits dangling from glass up high Dear lover with veins for his needle In some crowding little theater Gnawed, belong, still trying to exist Wild, a fire without thirst A picture glued on his eyelids Work habit for sticky feisty men Ill tempered man lives here And I’m his wife"Things aren't always what they seem" Written November 3rd, 2001 © on Nov 03 2001 07:05 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Crazy like some story of rabbits in sweaty weather..."