8 august

scrambled eggs for dinner and nobody's got the blues
shuffle through the parking lot to five and dime each drivethrough opportunity
I am growing older than this day - waiting for the clock to strike straight and play its cards left-handed
let us rescue our missions impossible and humble our heartlands, for the makers are at odds and the jacks are suddenwild
let me take the grocery list, common sense and heartache -
sign the package deal to ride avocado alimony
crickets make their case
and we are all alone again