schligdog
blinded by the blinds, well
not the blinds but the blinding
light, the sunlight, the
stuff slipping through
spilt milk
is an attitude
but only at a certain
latitude
dat!
like a dinosaur edging into the age of
aviation
like that one factory that made
every VCR ever made
a loner a stoner a boner a shrew
a freak and a shriek and a week to stew
town ladies
sleeping bags and bags of sleep
a fire...
I wish I had re-
I got something. A gift of sorts.
I got it from someone I know, though
they barely know me, not that doing so
all that much matters. But
I received this thing and that's all I can give.
dusty like a cowboy is dusty,
the same kind of dry heave,
takes a licking:
no avail.
my heart
my prospects
lift my face
thought it was useful
turned out
it's a waste
(icing on the wings)
i've been feeling a little un- lately, but
the horses are out of the barn, and
not much more than -ability
is left for me to with which to set this
s table
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