Been reading a ton of Bukowski this week... I can hear his cadence a bit in this. That happens. But I'm ok with it.
Saint Patrick’s Day
The birds raise a ruckus
on Saint Patrick’s Day
perhaps they are already drunk,
when the rain came
and the workmen skipped
I flopped back on my couch
lolling in dreamy dreams
like a puppy in a daisy patch
ready to frolic in love again
and Spring will spring eternal
if I’m a lucky girl…
but it’s a good life
to stretch out with Time
at ten on a Tuesday morning
as the birds and rain
will tell.
Saint Patrick’s Day
The birds raise a ruckus
on Saint Patrick’s Day
perhaps they are already drunk,
when the rain came
and the workmen skipped
I flopped back on my couch
lolling in dreamy dreams
like a puppy in a daisy patch
ready to frolic in love again
and Spring will spring eternal
if I’m a lucky girl…
but it’s a good life
to stretch out with Time
at ten on a Tuesday morning
as the birds and rain
will tell.
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