Last Chance
the next way....
still waits for mournful reason:
three-headed frogs-
reptilians, unafraid to come
out of the closet....
car-salesman who care-
"canaries" we call anomalies,
threatening to overrun us;
we're just beginning to tingle,
canaries as big as the sun-
too painful to look at....
everything becomes nothing,
waiting for
.... the next way
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2009
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