“DOMESTICITY” 7-10-98

The ingredients of a life:
A crumpled shirt. A tie.
Sandwiches packed in the fridge.
An unpaid telephone bill.
Awaiting a better cashflow
the stubble that always reminds
of the animal within.

Tonight I find myself
gazing beyond the television
in 656 lines of sponsored meditation
of a sort.

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