To Whom It May Unconcern
How can you tell when you've hit bottom and
it's time to abandon "ship"-does it stare you in the
falseface and wipe your browmemory clean cool of
fun classics, milling around in poor daylight
low of love compromise and mean mode
idiosyncrasies obliging for no one's
realsake but hanging by a nose thread to a
course coarse curve enlivened by a renal
renaissance mercury---wide base of support
newcomer setting in for the long haul given
p residence a timely sage too old for this
x@#$%* yet too youngf for climate of clipped
communication neverstrife, appealing to all yes-too
many no, too few---104 degrees FF brain on fire
dry ice income shedding short circuited
sillosynapse conglomerates crazy for
passion + lust intro infusion---two part flesh,
one part soul a pinch of carnal rich renderings.
Simmer ever slowly over a lucid lifetime at
harmony in law degrees--slowly stirring the
emotes frequently--too many nights of uncelebrated
reruns taunt the VHF cable return whereas I
we my you life by UHF dial dimensions
captured like a worn heel on a new shoe
somewhat skuffed and worn and innappropriate
for a white wedding day.Stand in the back--hope no
anyone looks down at the foot floor and sees
my toe reflection talking--indescent exposure while
teetering on a limbscape construct--folly
like fortunes unabashed qualities go unnoticed
through ingoblame and slug selfes-esteams
balancing on a creepy catwalk of roma and
comatose initiatives that flatline at midnight
in a morbid midnight corridor--venimous intent O2/CO2
fright fraught about what yesterdays will upbringing fixed.
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