taken from my book, "If Zero Isn't A Number, Then 'Who Am I?'"

Love Don't Fiit


Soon my begotten fellowship

Will be in belonging

I hate you

How can I long for such a you?

Soon my love for you

I will brush off my chest

And thee outcome of taking

Myself away from you

Will be my only new hope

Where I can pass off as a frog

Hopping from pod to pod

Asking me towards answering you

Along the way

Can only get me to realize

That I am mad at you

So tap me on my celi'

Just for old times sake

You may just hear me bad mouth you

In my most loveable way


For without a night of peace

We can't sleep in Duncan's body

For him to dream

If knowing is what's swell about knowledge

Then he needs more of that

So pass me the ham

I want Duncan to be fat

I want him to be lazy

So he can sit down and type

But I wanna go out in the world

And escape

But I can't leave his body

The body that must stay home

Tied to a keyboard

"Know what I mean?"

So we're setting a schedule

Monday thru Wednesday he'll be on 'Reprise

Thursday we'll be writing on a train

Friday, at the laundry mat, we'll be writing

Saturday and Sunday is our busy times

And nights for streets

The ditches

Train tracks

Or where ever safe

Music will be planned later

And so will treks

But love?

Where will that fit in our lives?

It won't


11-23-'11 #2

D. L. Cannon

Submitted: November 25, 2011

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