This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Thursday, February 12, 2009

At The sPEEd of Sound

From the head of the stairs
"Shhh!" cuts me off:
"They're still sleeping upstairs.
MUST you yell at me
from across the house!"

Forgot again. Hard not to:
I use my voice
in the alien morning
as a dog uses piss:
To lay claim to spaces.

Dean Blehert
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