Pretending I'm Home Again
By shomi
With murders in chains and rags the thrifty housewife’s tales of vice and luxuries like a fire at night when cuckoos cry for nests awaiting. It’s not just waiting a winter night with dogs baying clouds in flight and dreams of dope and milk and wine rubies religious eyed diamonds with a glitter smile and sun rides. Learned men of situations write their confusion in borrowed time the saint intended sings his pride in confessions. Written November 5th, 2001 © on Nov 05 2001 03:00 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"With murders in chains and rags..."