At the end of every hard earned day
with your soft soft hands, the urge for oblivion
so at the dawn of every half baked day
the urge to rush headlong into
a chaos of body or mind ***body and mind***
attend the show the shower
the showering of gifts and blessings
foryouandyou and you my fine
feathered friends invisible, impossible
disguised as wallpaper in honorable spylife
this one after a trip quad on empty
come on get back on the space shuttle charlie
the recidivist escapiste freedome rock feverbe
mean reverb, mean like man said mansize childhoodes
and childish menhood, plural, pluraliste all
still to be mined for cheapest of mineral
does the onset of sunset cave this craving, or
does base circadian buzz bring it on, a
reward for negotiating another day a.k
swerving another encounter with reality
like a cheap cuban lift, with a wiggle in your walk
some vulgar ego strut, exhume exhale, a crass
exultation to be filed under mistrust
the outbreath of relief after the 5000th stuffed
shirt day, like: daddy gets his drink on
like: jerry the jerk loosens
his tie and get his mojo working
& cycling downhill watch me no hands
to the next alarm
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