A Grab Bag From the Dollar Tree

By Misti Lake
Date: 3 April 2001

A Grab Bag From the Dollar Tree

low stinging stripped Mexican tiles soothe the electrical storm crackling inside my head I've made my bed...slivers of glass blades of grass birds of brass on the wall mushrooms in bloom give me room to fall what's that song on the jukebox something about nights that were so inviting I'm biting my lip as I slip in and out of the timestream dreaming of running through a tangled black velvet medieval forest more elusive than the unicorn sinking down to sleep on a carpet of green moss the loss was mourned respectfully and for far too long there's a new song a song about silhouettes on a shade I made my peace with God & the Goddess and the Ghost of Dr. Johnson saying Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary ...So Mote it Be no free lunches in this town no pass go go straight to jail you luckless ho and the snow melts there goes Frosty I know this is gonna cost me so much slush drunken brush strokes invoke Peter Pan away we fly to Monahans study the cement see the paw print...Pickles see the handprint...Misti kitschy kitchen courtesy of the tail swinging eyes rolling black and white cat clock above the dripping sink tick tock tick tock sixty years have since gone by as twenty clouds of uncertainty dance the sky

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