Fine, Bob. An Aussie poet, Richarfd Tipping, wrote a book entitled Domestic
Hardcore some time ago. Maybe yours is Domestic Softcore. Andrew
2008/5/1 Bob Marcacci <[log in to unmask]>:
> observing the loneliness of dishes
> as his wife wishes he sit and do
> whatever who
> else crosses mind does the same
> in a one-light with tired eyes
> the last beer so clearly disappearing
> losing coolness outside already
> cool this fool snap
> goes off on its own he reckons
> water washer wan
> regrigerator rattle rather than wattle
> domesticated if all else
> fail
>
> --
> Bob Marcacci
>
> Men ever had, and ever will have leave,
> To coin new words well suited to the age,
> Words are like Leaves, some wither every year,
> And every year a younger Race succeeds.
> - Horace
>
--
Andrew
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