szechuan chicken scratch

habits die harder than batteries

szechuan chicken scratch

the cold goes through me, through me like
  so many magazines –

the opera’s now at the interval;
  look how the diva preens

i wrenched my ankle trying to vote,
  i think i need a drink –

don’t ever walk away from the edge
  of trying not

    to think

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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