Sudden

Belligerence, lust, denouement the demented and the sick stricken with rigor the practice the practice the practice

This is a place for practice

I will publish the real things

In time

I will have justice

The ibuprofen seems to work

Somehow

You are in love

I forget I forgot I decided to let it go

One last round for the winners

Then some lust

Then some cravings

And that’s about all there is to it

Don’t forget sundown

It still exists

I hope I’m not yelling at you?

Can type well

Can isotype well

Well

Who’s thought?

With rigor

With practice practice practice

I took the second half of the day off to write poetry

Don’t forget: It’s mispelled

Misplayed

And downsized

Down the stream

Up the hill

Sisyphus forgets not

He is diligent

He is rewarded

With “more cheese”

Never forget

Pluto

Beep boop

Bahamas

Tommy

And the rest of the undergarment’s clan

On fire

Uphill

And back down

Again

Freefalling

Nowhere to hide

Ever

Tired

Bored

Sedated

Maybe drugged?

Well

Very well

By the professionals

For once, I am in good hands

Allow me to rest

Relax

And dry out in the sun

Thank you

My condolences and forgiveness to you

Please try hard

That’s it





 

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