butters
High on a Hill
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- Jul 2, 2009
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What is this weight that presses
joyful thoughts of union,
flat as last nights beer,
down into muddy expectations
where smiles of milestones reached and past
turn down with steps to other paths
revealed beyond the bureaucratic shrubbery

it's been a day of flat
all flat
skies
horizons
a landlocked seabed swathed in scabby grasses
not a hillock, tree, nor breeze to break
the hours' flat monotony
a day flat of expectations
flat out
flat-footed
flat-lined
so come on, tomorrow
we could use a little fizz
reminder that the hills are really green and
green things sprout
and clouds are only passing things
and we move forward
staying still is only an illusion


 
 
		 
 
		

 punch drunk I think, but what fun
 punch drunk I think, but what fun 
 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		