Alexander Knight
It isn’t the season,
But I won’t comply—
When hundreds of fishes
Are swallowing flies.
This isn’t my dinner,
But I will not wait—
When steak and potatoes
Are hot on a plate.
She isn’t my girlfriend,
But I will not miss—
When she pulls me close
And asks for a kiss.
It’s too late for writing,
But not time for bed—
When lyrics and rhythms
Awake in my head.
July 9, 2007
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