What is the function
of tipping and dunking;
the peak of the rupture
alone at a luncheon.
The windows to inside
blow out without warning,
then deflate with pins, my excuse now just boring.
I don't know the reason
my world keeps on crashing;
re-booting then memory
kicks into action.
Then sorry and dumbfounded,
tail between legs,
I throw myself back
and I start then to beg,
With "I'm sorry"s and "honestly,
I have no idea,
why laughing and joking
has turned into tears."
The crazy has got me
- re-opened the door -
to the nonsense of downing them;
2 and soon 4.
He stays like my rock
only quivering once,
understandably so,
as I total the fronts.
The best of the best,
he is here with me now.
Ever smiling, my buddy
Beans, peanuts, and mo'.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
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