Friday, November 18, 2011

B is for Lashlee Street

Sleep comes easy to the gods of lashlee street
Easy
But they refuse to touch it
Till work is done
Not for some misplaced sense of self
Or due to technical difficulties beyond the control of humans
But because they want to
Work.
At it
This thing that swishes against each cheek
Like layers of red wine
They work at everything.
Because perfection is not in themselves but what they do…
Thanatos understood and left them…
Till they were ready for bed

October 26th, 2010

gods of Lashlee Street
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© tracy j h

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