Was it Bukowski who said/upright is so overrated?/If he didn't, he should have.
The doors finish is marred/with the anxious requests/of a dog who wants me to know/he wants out.
Testing the wind/for aptitude,/I find myself defending/its meager showing.
Someone will give us props, if not from ourselves they/will come, not as gentle rain/but as the rat-a-tat-tat/of an automatic that/ speaks and then leaves behind questions.
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