Saturday, 9 May 2009

day twelve

Up, Down.

Bob DylanWell, the last I heard of Arab, he was stuck on a whale
That was married to the deputy-sheriff of the jail.

        Bob Dylan's 115th Dream.

i had a bike in my younger days, a Triumph 650, fast enough ... and one night riding the Lakeshore Road with ?? on the back i ran over a cat, got him square in the middle, stopped & went back, the cat was in a gateway half-underneath the iron gate and looked up at me with bared fangs, a savagery i have always since associated with death

Carl DouglasEverybody was kung-fu fighting
Those cats were fast as light'ning
In fact it was a little bit fright'ning
But they fought with expert timing.
        Carl Douglas.

"Haul on the bowline," we sang that melody,
Like all tough sailors do when they're far away at sea.


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