#91 the past is no friend's couch upon which to sleep

the past is no friend’s couch upon which to sleep bedbugs there hobnob with haints look back and turn to salt disobey daedalus and get yourself dead everyday i deal in yesterday i dance the dance of death one foot forward do si do one foot back fall apart at the end i’ll sing one last eulogy for everything that came before bhagiti 7.19.07 perrysburg, oh