At this point I’m disjointed wandering toward where the
wondering ends and trending my way out of sense immense caverns opening up and
swallowing whole polite respite the giggling pleasantries the peasantry nice
enough to wait to cater to the needs of exceeding well here’s how it unravels
it travels down a chord which displaces the laces that untie that bind that
wind the mind that matters and the wind that tatters the wine that chills and
the worry that bills its own clients in advance I thought to dance upon my own
misbehaving gravy train but what remains is worry the hurry that cannot be
waylaid I played the wrong part let’s hearty that soup let’s recoup that
superman complexity the way we see ourselves we toast our healths and bagels
too the stew and also the bisque the lemons and also the whisk I am stirring
myself apart the start of something completely different tired of waiting and
again the forgetting the watching the window is closed and the curtains are
open I am looking for an apartment for the canary and the scary thing is the
gold mines have opened again but where are all the forty-niners gone to tech
firms every one oh when will they ever reevaluate when will they wear socks that
lock in the right rates that put up gates for communities with needs and trees
and villages that take a child and schools that secure and what’s more into the
breach with henry and I cannot tell a lie or a tree and I chop down my own hope
when the scope is turned the wrong way but it’s a part I play without even
noticing the hocus pocusing because too often it comes real and I steal the
lines before they are cued I’m sorry if it’s rude but the avocadoes are heading
south and someone ought to mention it before the turn is irreversible the worst
of all is how the colors fade the shades of way back in the closet deposited
and when I press myself into the laundry the sharpening is contrasted and lambasted
as I may feel it’s too real to do anything about the dye the wool the play is
all cast and it’s just one part but on with I go so please to put the kettle on
we’ll all take the T
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