Thursday, May 19, 2011

Fixed

 from Parade Music
 
The dunnings of a world that claims it's owed
ducked, ignored or again postponed.
Enjoy awhile the delight
of no fixed address.

Some jam, some love, some child, some chance:
now hold the deed to your own fence
for ten Good Fridays.
There's a sink to fix.

Can you keep some lovely cunning
safe from rote for ten years running?
Make some bank on your man
though the fight is fixed?

Some spin of without to rhyme within?
With ice and limes and glass and gin
convince even the dunningman
to fix up with the free?

Yes, in the evenings fix a drink
and see how easy it is to think
of joy. Find it best
when most like careless.

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