a six o’clock take on essential blues
drawing curtains, kicking shoes
while rules are melting bourbon ice
the need has gone, now imprecise
in here the furnace warms the word
that outside came just so absurd
but danger would to speculate
presumptions not articulate
for six might ever write said prose
into such spells transform who knows
where inclinations to repeal
what was become, is now anneal
unable in this dream secure
escape the mystery world obscure
©2009 Hey Hey
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