Searching for a Subtitle
is like trying
to tie a net
around the air
everywhere.
I’ll call this one:
‘The life
I live.’
It is April first,
after all,
and everyone,
even my first
attempt at a book
fooled me.
I will soon by trying
to sell these
intentionally
placed words
about the silly bits,
and recordable bloopers
of my life.
I might as well try
to sell sunglasses
to a blind man
whom is also
selling a book
ten times better.
I hope I don’t
bump into him
when I forget
to look up,
look out,
and all around me.
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