Sunday, February 08, 2004

Saint Robert

Saint Robert forbids resident familiarity,
his studied jaw concealing what his wife
prescribed: gallantry ordered up from
startling cards, the spirit of twilight
spare beneath the helpless sun.

Rise now and picture a psychic
who endearingly helped them by
sealing the beer several deserts over,
needlessly hurrying through the after growth
of vice and furniture.

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