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Capstone Journal 2003

Watching ourselves set sail

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In A Month

In A Month

Today, now, lasts too long
But rush, type, read, panic, daydream, make some tea, pull down the shade, put on the headphones and dance
No time for a tan, though

Val's almost done. So are Jess, Jill, 'n' Mike
But me 'n' Meg? Oh yeah, me 'n' Meg
K-Mart closing sales will have to wait

Who smells May? One can only smell it for now, though
'Til then? Type, read, panic, read, type
Oh, fine, put out a blanket. We'll tan

In a month
Arnie's mowin' the lawn, scrubbin' his truck, power-washing the siding
We dart out of the car and into the house
Embarrassed by this weeks' second pizza

In a month
The Predator calls. Did you break your ass, too, this time?
Curly fries 'n' Mason jars o' iced tea. Yeah, we'll stop at Earl's

In a month
Link, Samus, and Luigi
Hyrule, Norfair, and heck, the Mushroom Kingdom, too

In a month
Crunchy Head meets summer heat
Why's dad home? Oh yeah, retired.

In a month
I'm gonna look for those orange flowers with the pods that burst green spiral macaroni
Maybe the giant peach will grow this year.
It can roll to Gowanda and plow over Jubilee for all I care

In a Month,
May sweeps, but Thursday night at ten o' clock is all I ask for
Please report to trauma one

In a month
Grass candle lit, and no, it doesn't smell like birdseed
The outlets on this side of the room don't work
Who cares, though. Which King novel will it be?

In a month
Finally this window gets cleaned.
No more dusty lightning. I just might race to Molly's room.
Oh yeah, married, that's right.

But today, now, lasts too long
Type, read, panic, read, type
Don't forget to save twice

by Peter Cain

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