in a life so bland and damp
in a home so moistly warm
in a bed so fully shared
loud it drops on sturdy roof
loud it thuds on thundering panes
hidden are the wary beasts
muzzle peeping out snuffling
scent warily for the hint
yea, verily seeking scrabbling
any break retreat and pause
easement grateful aural remission
bombardment ceases
Highway Twenty-Nine: Ageing Boomers, Laurie & Les, Talk Politics.
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*“It’s in the air, mate. Anger, cruelty, bitter rage. We’re taking it in
with every breath, like some colourless, odourless, poisonous gas. But
where’s i...
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