lunges at me night and day,
saw the listening telephone.
ran so fast, faded away.
Now the new whack, Number 2.
The explosion in the luke warm
yesterdays.............................
I never ended it correctly, never began to do it right.
Now the sirens cracking, and the shades of grey are caught
in a web.
Now I'm angled correctly looking back at my ancestors,
History books projected as a popcorn movie.
Leftover napkins, now I handed them over to the law.
Coastline driving by.
Now It's being stopped, halted by the fame.
river bend coasting lazily, her heart was soft but hearty...
It's naked ribbon dress peels the banana ripened by you.
saving, shaving, put you down on the raft
see you next spring, lingering sidewalks.
choking or caught on the barbs...now...time...leaps.
raking the channels for the goofs.
Entering the turn of the pages.
Never ever came back on a Friday.
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