WHEN WE LIE DOWN, AGAIN, WITH DOGS

it could take less than a journey to Wales
more than a trip to your bedroom
to rerail
the train of events
the famously culminated in my shooting your mom

nonetheless, I still love you
and I canít resist posting you this message
from behind the lines of the lost future

there are barrels of dark purple wine here
and short, silent women who can be bought
for the price of what I used to spend on expensive
coffee

still I would risk capture and extradition
the stupid barking betrayal of my freedom
in order to meet you, casually,
walking up the rainslicked alley on your way home
from the pet supply store

you have straitjacketed my sense
of what anything is from
and anything else is for
please tell your mother Iím sorry

JD Frey -- January 1, 2001

 


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