Party for Old Timers

Poss

ession

Prof

essional

 

The coincidence doesn’t end there

That day you stepped in gum on the side walk of SF and we had to limp on home

Because

Didn’t rain on us

Didn’t drizzle

The sound of noontide never winks

 

Distaste is astounding

The crop circles and

Rhyme or reason to the madness

No hero in cape ever wanted

A dry martini like you did

 

At last the temporal shift catches up to

The capital-P Present (moment)

It’s justified but never with evidence

In hell the loathsome throw parties

In my mind I recall the city

 

Skylight and low-lives

Low vibes

Mega lowkey

No one hides here

This is not a shelter

 

In abundance, soft

Hear her words

The suggestion is to go the other way

To capital-W Win at the game of life

Hyphe hyphe hyphe hyphe /

Yolo.

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