the beat of a mourning doves heart
nicotine is the guillotine a coward
chooses
a thousand tiny drops of a smokey blade
even some pleasure in it
not sure what to pin it on
this malaise descends
i feel i've failed in some way
better to end it sooner than later
i fear to be blind and crippled in my 80s
i've seen those places the old and feeble
are broomed to doomed to long days
and longer nights
with professional staff
on call
i'd prefer a quicker exit
but the wicked tautology works
i feel worse because i feel worse
this curse of negative downward spiral
clockwise here in the north
and then there's the habit residue
not thinking deeply about my dying at all
a moment of nothing
we saved two mourning dove chicks
something attacked the nest
we brought the chicks in to the house
we rebuilt the nest
we put them back and looked for the mother
no sign of mom so we brought them in again
to keep them out of the cold
morning came and we set them in the spruce once more
watched with field glasses
we wondered if mother would hear their tiny calls
finally yes and they were reunited
all the time and effort to save two little doves
already marked by a neutral universe to die
as a meal for some predator
how precious the beat of a mourning dove's heart
i can not see my own as well
a thousand tiny drops of a smokey blade
even some pleasure in it
not sure what to pin it on
this malaise descends
i feel i've failed in some way
better to end it sooner than later
i fear to be blind and crippled in my 80s
i've seen those places the old and feeble
are broomed to doomed to long days
and longer nights
with professional staff
on call
i'd prefer a quicker exit
but the wicked tautology works
i feel worse because i feel worse
this curse of negative downward spiral
clockwise here in the north
and then there's the habit residue
not thinking deeply about my dying at all
a moment of nothing
we saved two mourning dove chicks
something attacked the nest
we brought the chicks in to the house
we rebuilt the nest
we put them back and looked for the mother
no sign of mom so we brought them in again
to keep them out of the cold
morning came and we set them in the spruce once more
watched with field glasses
we wondered if mother would hear their tiny calls
finally yes and they were reunited
all the time and effort to save two little doves
already marked by a neutral universe to die
as a meal for some predator
how precious the beat of a mourning dove's heart
i can not see my own as well
nicotine is the guillotine a coward
chooses
a thousand tiny drops of a smokey blade
even some pleasure in it
not sure what to pin it on
this malaise descends
i feel i've failed in some way
better to end it sooner than later
i fear to be blind and crippled in my 80s
i've seen those places the old and feeble
are broomed to doomed to long days
and longer nights
with professional staff
on call
i'd prefer a quicker exit
but the wicked tautology works
i feel worse because i feel worse
this curse of negative downward spiral
clockwise here in the north
and then there's the habit residue
not thinking deeply about my dying at all
a moment of nothing
we saved two mourning dove chicks
something attacked the nest
we brought the chicks in to the house
we rebuilt the nest
we put them back and looked for the mother
no sign of mom so we brought them in again
to keep them out of the cold
morning came and we set them in the spruce once more
watched with field glasses
we wondered if mother would hear their tiny calls
finally yes and they were reunited
all the time and effort to save two little doves
already marked by a neutral universe to die
as a meal for some predator
how precious the beat of a mourning dove's heart
i can not see my own as well
a thousand tiny drops of a smokey blade
even some pleasure in it
not sure what to pin it on
this malaise descends
i feel i've failed in some way
better to end it sooner than later
i fear to be blind and crippled in my 80s
i've seen those places the old and feeble
are broomed to doomed to long days
and longer nights
with professional staff
on call
i'd prefer a quicker exit
but the wicked tautology works
i feel worse because i feel worse
this curse of negative downward spiral
clockwise here in the north
and then there's the habit residue
not thinking deeply about my dying at all
a moment of nothing
we saved two mourning dove chicks
something attacked the nest
we brought the chicks in to the house
we rebuilt the nest
we put them back and looked for the mother
no sign of mom so we brought them in again
to keep them out of the cold
morning came and we set them in the spruce once more
watched with field glasses
we wondered if mother would hear their tiny calls
finally yes and they were reunited
all the time and effort to save two little doves
already marked by a neutral universe to die
as a meal for some predator
how precious the beat of a mourning dove's heart
i can not see my own as well
Posted: Fri - June 25, 2004 at 12:06 AM
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