There’s a tiger outside in the bushes, and he’s drunk and screaming, growling, howling in this Lake Claire night. Not me, I sit inside and listen to this discontent and wait for the morning. I wait for the calm down. The chillout. I wait for the feelings to subside, for me and that crazy cat.
The neighbors have called the fire trucks and the little guy is standing on the corner by the stop sign, without a shirt, and throwing rocks at my car. There’s a woman sitting and weeping on the curb.
Nothing ever happens until it does.
It has to be 10 degrees cooler there. The electricity bills must be lower.
Work will kill me in the end. We work too much. We love too little. We live too little also.
Tonight there’s a full moon in my heart. The trees are lighted up with something like christmas lights, but different. A naked lady runs up and down the street screaming… partially in pain, partially in joy. She is naked and I cannot help from looking, so I do, but she is not you.
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