The Re-Run Rats Poem by Saul McCandless

The Re-Run Rats



The re-run rats have come inside again
Retrospective satori

Saving grace for the idiot savant
Startling hearts

Let down my thrusts to tremble and risk
You're weird you weirdo

So trumps to the tremendous aloft
Empty headed runaway.

As this will become our earth to bum
Dig in the dirt.

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Saul McCandless

Saul McCandless

Co. Down, N. Ireland
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