January 8, 2013
My chimera at home is dying
I’m here at work and must just dream of her
It’s the boss here at work who’s lying
My chimera is sure as suffering’s sure
She’s breathing steady. She’s ready.
It’s best that my beast
Stays cool in her hole,
A place coal black, compatible
To where I come back
A Gray great at least to sustain me.
If I can stop tonight’s tide,
I could cop her inside, my detainee.