12 august

of all of the stories to be written it is easier to imagine to consume to refuse to close eyes to twist up some mishmashed carbon copy of adopted neglect like a collection agency that's out of credit and then still regret it when the snores cash out and the read run runs dry like a trial and error fee under warranty and wonderwhy like a prize apple tart departed long before the satisfaction caught its breath and made the bed in which we all must lie now for to try now is to trip over the wrong kind of words and to swerve into some other lane we remained out of before though the store will close soon anyway with nothing left to buy