set me free
set the broken bones in my head
set the cup down
push me up the hill
push the door open
it is my dream
and you are the Fellini of it
all the women are ugly
the children are hungry
enough to kill for food
there are boys with AK47s
no, they are hockey sticks
no, they are candle sticks
and they are altar boys
and the church is a boat
and the devil is in all the water
the man tells me about his brother
in the hospital unable to breathe
unassisted and I remember
my mother with the oxygen tube
at home with her cat sitting
watching her as she slept
in the middle of the afternoon
I remember when you kissed me
one kiss for a world’s record or
at least my personal best of 31 minutes
that was before we counted up
every lie we had shared and then
the rest we tossed in a one way
short circuit. Wrap that up
for the Christmas tree, OK?
a mostly smooth run today with the flow technician stopping by, my flow is better than last check….I learned that with fistulas the national average is to have the need for some kind of angiloplasty intervention to fix them roughly every 12-18 months.
my sister roared through season one of Homeland, digital copy on my laptop, it took her 24 hours to buzz saw throught it, which I think indicates she likes the show.
The Ross rifle was a straight-pull bolt-action 0.303 inch calibre rifle produced in Canada from 1903 until the middle of the First World War.
Although the Ross .303 was a superior marksman’s rifle, it performed poorly in the dirt and mud of trench warfare and often jammed. After numerous complaints by troops it was replaced in the three Canadian Divisions by the Lee-Enfield. Some Ross rifles remained in use by snipers.
The Ross Rifle was selected for use by the Canadian Army by Sam Hughes.