Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Teddy Hottentot to quit a year-round party in favor of hauling the mail/days of future splat


The center cannot hold;
the dog returns to its vomit,
Darkest before the dawn.
Rain crossing the woods,
now the branch,
then the treeline,
beginning to pepper the tin of the porch.

Once a hero,
even turned to a zero,
if for a while,
to be a different kind of cop:
plain clothes and oily hair,
no longer clean shaven.
Refusing to wear the official department color of the day,
going dark over an Eastern European vpn,
hardware abstraction layer meets SSL,
mouse interrupts,
hexadecimal memory address,
which he converted into binary,
but then had to put back in base ten.


The center cannot hold;
wait until you see the whites of their eyes.
Teddy Hedgehog to deliver.
 My kingdom for a cold beer!

I consorted with one,
saying that, you can respect craftsmanship,
you can extol cocksmanship,
and you can entertain an old king,
but beauty betimes is for its own sake,
then other times for the glory of the king,
and at its most ignored, when for the sake of the republic.


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