Saturday, March 16, 2024

The Little Red Book

I changed from chugging to channeling, from changing to cooking
I gleefully found the doorknob when it was time to go
I have been rocked into the timestamp sideways far gone conclusion.
I have been provided restitution by the State.
The name Pete came off my lips yesterday and I don't know why, must have been the Saint.
I worked hard until I worked smarter.
I dug a hole for myself, shot myself in the foot, then buried my shoe.

I drained my bathtub of all my dreams and all that is left is the silt.
I have dreamed of a thousand dreams, oh God, I need to read the KEATS.



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