Mankind seems to be whistling
while Nero plays the violin on the hill,
watching and waiting
for applause.

The water is frozen now
at the shore of Lake Ontario.
I can see it
from my window at the York.
I like the sound of the trains
coming and going from the station
across the street;
It reminds me of Kerouac and Cassidy.

I wish I could sleep better,
but more often roll back
and forth from some crazy dream
about our dog in L.A.
jumping off a high roof
and breaking all four of his legs.

C. Michael Madsen/13 Hands Publications (from Signs of Life by Michael Madsen )

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