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Monday - They Told You To be Kind - David McGovern

Washing off the bitter sweat, licking
of the wine I rubbed off
that synthetic
scent which
permeates me all
the time.  Suds
and fame are
once again clogged
in the drain.

A large industrial
nation was
dancing Friday night. In dim
light I mistook
him for an antidote.  A tour
of the warehouse
district led
to broken legs.

I dreamed
I was a cowboy
vigilante.  A
sheriff maimed
all my friends, we
played board games
in candle light.

If the egg is
closed, then we’ve
slept too much.
What a waste to
wash the sheets when
we sleep on
folded clothes.