It’s the edge of night and my eyes hurt
Too much heavy looking and breathing at the world
On this chaotic day of rest and wonder and all torn asunder
I dream in comatose fits
Mind flashes of impossible places
But then there I am
Crawling around in it like an animal with flammable fingers
Half seeing the clock and its silver hands
Yawning like paradise… What did I even do today?
Not much… Derailed by faulty item that cost too much and was of poor quality. ‘Merica. ‘Exico. ‘Hina. ‘Angladesh. ‘Anada. ‘Araguay. ‘Olivia. ‘Zerbaijan.
The hassle of it all pisses me off.
Had coffee and a muffin with a face.
Stayed up past the midnight plantation
Moons and stars swirled like acid
Planets of bold and gold tumbled like wash
“What you got there. Warsh?” asks Karl.
Damn the tricyclics of regret: Would of, could of, should of …
But the past is gone yet it haunts
Like ghosts in the windows looking in
And laughing at all my misfortune.
cereal after sex 
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