Sunny today. Glib wind breezin'.
All over the patch. Insides of my pockets
perspiring like jackals. Howling through
rings of smoke. Vitamins. Cooped up
Caroline. Brought me a snack. Didn't seem
pissed. There was something I did.
Remembers everything. Boiled it down. Too
tired to flush and feint, penchants, patterns.
Tick tock. Cuckoo. That's way down the
list. Chug-a-lug. Door prizes. Focused on the
the view a bit at points. That fucker drove
by again. Tailspins and testaments. Ritzy dust
jackets. She said porcelain. I chirped. Not
like that, no. It's all melted. It's gone. I
almost laid down. It's quiet right now
like a seven month dawn. Back at it.
Residuals. That was three years ago.
Scurry away 'lil Casey. Droplets nestlin'.
Sketch. I might just do that. Not today
though. Not today.
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