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owl lady
1. Out with the ol' lady and
her girlfriends. At the end
of the road, across the river,
under the funnybone of the valley.
A special hell-hole in'tha wall
known as Hoots.
The ol' lady and I have had more
than our fair share of the moons
more sinister cackles, and as the
lightening hops the hilltops, her
and my spidey-senses leap us out of
seats, past the old springer spaniel
who sleeps under the hundred year
old shuffleboard table, and we nearly
bump into the eighth karaoke singer
in a row who is singing Johnny Cash.
We leave behind half filled pints.
The intuition reads leave dire indeed.
2. Awake this morning pleasant as slumber,
walk on porch, light smoke, and grimace at
the sun. It seems to say "you got the message",
I nod a respectful laugh to the ol' fucker.
3. No longer had my morning salutation;
more sly than tongue slicked cheek insides
been said, than the ol' lady's phone beeps
incessant notifications. Girlfriend One, was
slept with by Girlfriend Two's boyfriend. All
friends were beyond the common discrepancy of
inebriation, and lightening smuggled particular
ly sharp shards of the moons humor over the valley
last night. Girlfriend One stands straight, admits
that the joke was bloody and tries to mop up as much
as can be coagulated. Girlfriend Two decides quickly
to feed the ravens, making a worm of acceptance. Boy
friend has stumbled through convenient amnesia in the
hours before dawn before, and can't be held responsible.
The joke turns to sap under the perch where the owl stays.
her girlfriends. At the end
of the road, across the river,
under the funnybone of the valley.
A special hell-hole in'tha wall
known as Hoots.
The ol' lady and I have had more
than our fair share of the moons
more sinister cackles, and as the
lightening hops the hilltops, her
and my spidey-senses leap us out of
seats, past the old springer spaniel
who sleeps under the hundred year
old shuffleboard table, and we nearly
bump into the eighth karaoke singer
in a row who is singing Johnny Cash.
We leave behind half filled pints.
The intuition reads leave dire indeed.
2. Awake this morning pleasant as slumber,
walk on porch, light smoke, and grimace at
the sun. It seems to say "you got the message",
I nod a respectful laugh to the ol' fucker.
3. No longer had my morning salutation;
more sly than tongue slicked cheek insides
been said, than the ol' lady's phone beeps
incessant notifications. Girlfriend One, was
slept with by Girlfriend Two's boyfriend. All
friends were beyond the common discrepancy of
inebriation, and lightening smuggled particular
ly sharp shards of the moons humor over the valley
last night. Girlfriend One stands straight, admits
that the joke was bloody and tries to mop up as much
as can be coagulated. Girlfriend Two decides quickly
to feed the ravens, making a worm of acceptance. Boy
friend has stumbled through convenient amnesia in the
hours before dawn before, and can't be held responsible.
The joke turns to sap under the perch where the owl stays.
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