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Dogs 2017

FRIDAY THE 13TH
(10/13/17)

some days
just
begin badly

mistakes

miscues

plague
our routine
as soon
as we open
our eyes

the astronomical
bodies
have seemingly
aligned
against us

we understand
that nothing
is going to work
for us today

it's not
simply a matter
of self defeating
prophecy

throwing out
the baby
with the bath
water

it's more like
setting the child
afire
at first sign
of diminished
returns

sweeping
away
the ashes

accepting
these funereal
expectations

getting on
with the morning

hoping at best
for life extant
at day's end