Subterranean Subconscious Blues (Rainy Days)
morning 101.4 off station
just need a breath of coffee
for a stint of courtesy
diners are cliche, I'm glad
today cliches aren't weeds, but gardens
the house and kids in fact
while I stare hours out the teary-eyed window
vacation begins when she left the brew behind
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selfish, born and raised
a little city big town folk, always the village inuit
furbies and shamwow
electric picture book
is stretching gum-wad minds
until catharsis-
speaking of, couldn't sleep for now
Doc prescribed me Dylan,
said, "you should get some piercings"
next a pretty empty girl on a dripping one way had a
palm tattoo reading
"Mark 4:20 - our day to blaze"
Guess Jesus was a hippie
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corpocracy tenement built by daily news seeking anything
stranger
but hunting guppies from same tiny ocean full of real large
Catfish
cannot use more characters to spell out what I want (in this specific advertisement (god bless you for still reading print))
very limited in number, unlimited times’ cost,
the diner closed minutes ago, eons maybe
if you're out there, reading this here, find me
i'm the one surrounded by clouds of people all the time
all alone