Monday, April 23, 2012

House fire

This grand old house
Burns beautifully
While I sit on the sofa
Watching teevee

I brush ashes
Off my lapel
As the dining hall
Roars into hell

As other guest burn
I sip Chardonnay
Wishing they’d go
So I alone stay

A shroud of smoke
Billows around me
As I stretch out
And start to sleep soundly

If I seem mad
If my actions seem crazy
Think of the earth
And what we do to it daily

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