Feels Pretty Much Like

Friday brings what friday brings

old farts

in an outdoor wing

fighting UFO's with noise

dream of dreams

the single ploy

Check a check mark off a list of things I did not want to miss

and feels like I have just been kissed by reminisscent inquiries of the non-caring previously indifferent finding self-evident libertiless lover

Me not me

And now the moon eclipsed by it's anchor and the sun sees something unseen in much too long

so blood drips keen

flows from the sky in dirt

makes new

makes change

and the blood is that of the city of Salem 

In words exchanged through disarray of thoughts and a crucifiction of sanity

so the happy new life for some others begins once more after ending so soon

and left is the deceptive clam

with a rotting pearl in its mouth..

two to be precise.

taken willfully with water

And now the five cups of coffee course through

physically the same

the heart beats same

the muscles do not twitch or hyperact

but the mind

is like an overload of over and over and over and over

five enormous cups of coffee are the beast which fuels 

the nonstop nonstop nonstop go gogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogogoooooooooooooooooooooooooo

mind

goddamnit...

 

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